Feelings to words and words to page.
Somewhere in there,
a quiet stage.
A peace I gain
in lone reflecting,
my sinews and 
my soul connecting.
I meet myself there,
each time, anew.
I love her then. She loves me too.

I record myself as if in song,
then play it back
and sing along.
No judgement for 
these flawed projections–
they lift me up
like resurrection!
I meet myself there,
each time, anew.
I love her then. She loves me too.