I briefly glimpsed someone who
Reminded me of you when we first met:
A passenger in someone else’s car, staring straight ahead,
Glasses, and a smile.
And I knew then, why I loved you
And how I forgot that too,
Trying too hard to be “perfect” for you
As if your loveliness now rested on me.
But your light, your brightness and your ease never needed anyone to just be.
A gift can’t be earned or it’s not longer a gift.
So let me stop thinking that I’m helping you
And just enjoy each frequent glimpse of your smile, your delight, and the love it means to me.