I looked at you

When I looked at you

I saw baby flames torrenting
down your hardened cheeks,
where once there were tears.
I guess you shaped your armor well.

We both knew you needed it.

Has it changed you?
Do your feet still shuffle dusty across the path?

I’ll still be here waiting for you,
whatever you decide.

My eyes longing to be seen by yours.
My skin shaped for your hug.
My fingers impatient to intertwine-
to weave in all of you.

Don’t leave me waiting too long.