A heart that has been touched
will turn
walking back along the path of words —
things said in hope of being heard,
whose impact may have singed another:
“No, that wasn’t what I meant —
I didn’t mean to cause you pain
I only wanted to be seen
Please let me make it right again”
Back along the path
Running now, to close the distance
Running, hoping not to trip
To reach you, and . . .
What’s needed here
is not more explanations
Such words, I fear, would only further tangle
Just let me take the time to stop
to witness you
To listen and to hear
Behold you
and really see
Breathe with you
until you know:
When your heart spoke,
Its language stopped me in my tracks
Made me turn back.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 23, 2012