The Edge Of The Forest

My fires were banked to glowing embers,

with heat, but only wisps of flame.

You called to me, as your coals were fading,

and you were ready for the long cold.

You asked me to hear your heart,

to be witness to your pain,

to hold your grief.

When I was lost in the same forest, and heard you—

your need, your desire to love again—

Have rekindled the hearth.

Now, we sit next to the warmth,

concocting meals and love and life,

and when you lay your weight against me:

That’s when I know I have found

the end of my wandering,

and I am home, again.