the one

"Hating me won't make you any happier. Nor will it make him forget me and love you more."

You know who I am.

You have seen me.
...in his eyes, each time they crinkle when he smiles
...beneath his lashes, as he sleeps soundly
...in his thoughts, whenever he looks ahead and wonders

You have heard me.
...in his voice, each time he speaks his mind
...in his laughter born from all his memories
...when he breathes and sighs during his restlessness

You have felt me.
...in his hands, each time you tug at his palm
...in his arms, everytime you reach out for him
...on his hair, whenever you touch the strands I caress when he sleeps on my lap
...on his face, everytime you touch his cheeks that lie beside mine
...on his mouth, in every kiss you call your own from his lips that never fail to say my name

You have watched me.
...in his every stride, every movement, every step he makes to come home to me
...as he bends his head every single time, keeping you unaware of his concerns
...through the look on his face whenever a crazy thought hits his head

Do you know who I am?

I am the face of the name he calls,
And mine are the arms he always runs to.
I own the ears to which he confides all these and more...


You know who I am.