Just One
"There are many who's
crimson does not hover
beneath your skin.
Many who did not bend
the shape of your nose,
craft the shell to
your ear or
weave circled threads
of blue-gray.
There are so,
so,
many.
Look at them all:
the ones who passed by,
those unseeing,
those who promised to root
themselves and instead
followed the stream. Those
cast adrift and the stones
at your feet--your foundation.
Look at them.
Now name one--
Just One--
one who did not dig
the lines of your palms
or run color through
your hair. One who
didn't fold the sound
of your words or
trace the path of
your bones--
Just One.
One who loves you.
One who sees you.
One that will grow
roots until the earth
has no choice but to
hold them in place until
time itself has become
meaningless and those
roots have become
stone.
Just One."
"I can't.
I can't."