My gift

I have been waiting for so long to get these 

words on a page

Don't ask me why

Perhaps I was afraid 

Of how they would look 

looking up at me

That their beauty would crush me

Because sometimes the same things that are 

the most beautiful elicit emotions so strong 

only tears can respond

You know the expression, I'm sure:

I'm not crying from sadness

I'm crying from joy

Joy because you have come at no better time

Walking into my story like the most long-awaited answered prayer

the ache of the heart's deepest groan-filled desire

A story where the pages were tethered and worn, falling

not from being cherished

but from being adored

by the wrong person 

It's funny how one day can change the course of a lifetime

how it can bring you someone whose existence you did not know

could have never percieved

dreamed

screamed to God enough for

or believed it would ever really come

And yet

Doors move

Trains stall

Mom calls

Heads bury into mobile phones

Friends chit chat

Wifi fails 

People walk too briskly

Don't you see? 

Milliseconds made the difference 

Time curled and rattled and shook itself to the bone

To drop us in the same place

Two strangers with sand beneath their toes

walking alone

Unknowingly needing the other to reach home

A gift is something I have never quite understood

Being spoiled without working or earning it 

I always feel undeserving 

But blessings can't be predicted

Like rainbows don't ask the rain for permission

Gifts are simply 

given 

So 

No word I can write

Sing 

Recite

Read 

Whisper

Type or 
Yell 

Will ever be able to adequately tell 

those first feelings of falling

Like a stomach drop that doesn't stop 

A happiness you can feel  in your inner most parts

A happiness that no dimple-covered grin, touch, or "I love you" 

could ever bring justice to 

Let's call it Elation

Elation wrapped in a humble red ribbon treat

The grandiose of gifts, disguised

as a simple Sunday at the beach