I arrive at your doorstep
tears flooding my deep green eyes —
loaded with dirt from past lives
nestled in unwanted triggers
as I slide through ambers
wondering of my threshold.
I fall into your strong arms
supported like a branch
of a strong tree trunk
as I thank you for catching me
before I crawl into a hole beneath
the one where you’ll shelter me
from this deep pain nesting in my psyche.
You don’t do much
except hold me which is all I want,
then you wait a few moments
while staring into my eyes
and cast a wink that fixes it all.