You

 

[You]

“Sometimes I try my hand at turning out small profundities and uncertain short stories, but I always end up with just one single word: God.” (Etty Hillesum, August 1943)

 

I haggled over existence

revelled in refutations

till the only one listening is you.

 

I was about me for too long

not seeing that everyone ever

even I belongs to you.

 

I rambled and ranted and right

when the words could not go on

come reminders of you.

 

I found myself through caring

days and weeks for others

to find myself staring at you.

 

I left hometown behind

never looking back

nowhere still there is you.

 

I had been torn in old ways

apart confused by new harms

forgetting that there is you.

 

I saw glimpses in leaves

indications in every eye

today’s small glories of you.

 

I counted every object in view

a universe of stun wonders

still alone my desire for you.

 

I wrote endlessly every minute

detail down to the minutest

to end up again with you.

 

I went for broke with words

breaking all the rules

to end up with nothing but you.