He Came To Me Poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker

He came to me
when I needed him most.
He came to me
and found a mere ghost.

He held my hand
he didn't know how to see.
He held my hand
yet he knew that I was me.

He showed me warmth
I didn't know I could feel.
He gave me warmth
he knew he could heal.

He stayed with me
I still don't know why.
He stayed with me
until our final goodbye.

You never forgot
those moments that revealed.
I never forgot
how my darkness you healed.

You had to go
something that I'd known.
You had to go
I didn't think I'd feel alone.

We shared ourselves
with so little said.
We shared ourselves
not knowing where it led.

We seemed to be
at peace with it all.
We seemed to think
we never would fall.

The years have passed
and we still stop to wonder.
The years have passed
was it all just some blunder?

How sure are we
to be put to the test?
How sure are we
that remembering is best?

How can we say
that we should try to meet?
How can we say
we'll still have our heat?

To be sure
is to be folly.
We're too old
to believe it.

Yet I recall
all these later years:
Your hands
Your warmth
Your body
Your soul
all lying beside me.
Yet further I still recall:
Your goodbyes
Your distance
Your restraint
and my tears.

(Itajaí - 15 March,2010)