Dreaming of Silver Roses

 But That’s What I Hear

 

You call me first instead of waiting

For me to reach out to you

You never think much about it

But I do.

You act as if I know things

As if I have a contribution to your world

even in the little things

You don’t do it to remind me of my value

But that’s what I hear.

 

You let me weep like a crazy person

You let me rant like a raving loon

You never hold my weaknesses or strengths against me.

 

You like to talk about what I like

You invade my world, the inner places,

You never think that much about it

But I do.

You act as if I’m normal

When I know that I’m as imbalanced

As they come

You may not out right encourage, disciple, or engender courage

But that’s what I hear.

 

You let me hug you without shirking

You let me over analyze and think too much

You never hold my weaknesses or strengths against me.

 

I think it’s just crazy that you like me

And that you allow me to like you like I do.

You never think much about it

But I do.

I think that it’s amazing that you love me

And I can’t believe you’re proud to call me friend

That you’re proud of me.

It always amazes me

But that’s what I hear.

Filed under: Uncategorized, life, poetry, purpose, relating well, relationships, wonder on July 30th, 2008