You’re There
It’s just that cold feeling in my stomach that
Tells me you’re near;
It’s not so much that I’m afraid
Of what’s to come,
Just that I tremble at the thought that
You might disappear.
You might disappear and
Leave me here.
It’s just the wind on a cold winter’s night that
Reminds me of my mortality;
It’s not so much that I’m afraid
Of inevitability and death,
Just that I quiver when I realize that
You might face it alone.
You might face it alone and
So shall I.
It’s just the days we spend away from each other that
Make me pine for your soul;
It’s not so much that I’m afraid
Of you abandoning me,
Just that I feel I may come apart
When you aren’t near.
When you aren’t near,
I’m an unfinished painting.
It’s just the way your eyes watch me move that
Cause such stirring sin my heart;
It’s not so much that I’m afraid
Of your inexperienced touch,
Just that I feel I may give in to my heart
Because you’re there.
Because you’re there,
I am alive.
-Elisabeth Spalding