I looked at you,
With a gratefulness that turned into tears.
Could you hear? Could you hear?
The quiver in my voice,
When I made you,
My drug of choice?
Connected at the soul.
I feel a little more whole.
I’m fine, I’m more than fine.
All smile and all shine.
After a very long time,
All I see is a way ahead,
No looking back,
No losing track.
I’m glad,
I got myself back.