Those Fighting Words That Pushed My Buttons!

“What purpose would there be for you to communicate with me?”
Did my ears hear you speak this thought, and was it an answer that you really sought?
So you had the idea there might not be a purpose, or it wouldn’t be the right thing to do!
Before I give up trying to communicate with you, consider that some of these might possibly be true.


You haven’t had the opportunity to explore all the thoughts my mind might hold,
but it sounds as if you’re already in some sort of resistance mode.
Maybe you just haven’t yet searched hard enough to see,
or could you be choosing to fight the concept of all that might be?


What fear is there so deep within your soul?
Are you afraid you’ll loose some of your composure and control?
If you look hard and long enough you will see
that all of this isn’t only about me.


What’s stopping you from being free to be my friend
and what’s sending these words to try to bring what could be something special to an end?
While other friends have found me easy to talk to,
Why can’t we pinpoint the problem facing you?


It’s hard to comprehend that a man such as you appear to be
Could find no possibilities to communicate with someone such as me!
What has a hold on you and won’t allow you freedom to explore what’s here right now?


In my letters and prose I was letting you take a glimpse into my heart,
hoping to give you reason to trust, and some comfort then to start,
to hope, to dream, to build and to explore...
all that could be found behind a long ago forgotten and closed door.
But when you said the purpose of our communicating you couldn’t see,
you began me questioning what then the reason might truly be.
It took me some time to figure out the purpose for meeting you --
why destiny saw to have our paths cross confused me too.


My persistence began to come from the inner feeling
that I needed to let you know --
this is not about hormones right now when I tell you this,
So here it is, and I’ll say it to you very slow.


Integrity won’t allow me to disappoint people I’m fond of, or love.
So, often I find I don’t make promises I can’t be sure of,
but go through life knowing as long as I’m living
there will always be someone within reach for giving.


My purpose I know now is to be there for you
when you truly need someone to share,
some thought or feeling you couldn’t possibly feel comfortable
telling to someone else who didn’t care.


If ever you have this need to just have someone listen
but don’t know who to reach out to,
I’ll always be that source
waiting in the wings, and available, just for you.


Whatever time from now until forever
(PS:. I have an idea of how long forever is, too!)
When you think there’s no one you can turn to,
I promise to be there just for you.


For instance, lets say several years from now,
no kids around, no close friends, and you’re all alone;
when you have a need to reach out to someone
I’ll be there at the other end of the phone.


For the first time, since I met you some time ago,
I finally feel at ease, knowing what I have come to know.
Just keep this thought in mind: you can feel free to experience sharing
and trust your thoughts to someone known to be caring.

Did I mention that hearing you speak
can put a smile on my face while making me feel a little weak?
Did I explain that when you laughed at me,
you sent a joyful spirit through me that set my spirit free?

You are the one who has had the opportunity to read my thoughts of intimacy
and I’m still hoping that you will soon feel comfortable enough to reach out to me.
Who would have known that just one query would influence so many thoughts and make me weary?