My Highest Purpose

I want to touch you
I want to cover you with my arms and feel your breath on my neck
I want to hear you speak in a tone that no one else knows

I want to see your eyes unsure at first give way to trust and tenderness
I want to reassure you with my hand and comfort you with the beating of my heart
I want to warm you with my presence when the cold night rolls in

This would be my highest purpose… to the one who is the first that my mind sees before my eyes open each day

To smell your fears
To see your dreams
To feel your voice
To taste your skin
To hear your heart

Come to me

Last Night For One

Last night the smiles were doled out.
Last night hugs were distributed.
Last night laughter filled the place.
And I listened.

Arrival... Applause... Adoration... Achievements celebrated.

But you weren't there.

Last night, filled to the brim, I saw only a drop in the cup.
The space that you would have filled seemed to suck the light from the room.
Had I not set a place for you at the table in my mind, I would not have stared at that empty chair for so long.
But you were the guest of honor in my heart. And no one was there to accept on your behalf.

Next time I will plan to enjoy the sounds of the crowd.
Next time I'll add my voice to the laughter that goes up.
Next time I will make a reservation for one
... and hope that it gets crowded.