Sitting With You

and i’ll be sitting with you until our tea grows cold,

until the world settles down around us and all the untold stories share dearly like old friends,

telling of holes made of faces soft touches, warm embraces,

the kind where the world bends in to listen and wonder with us

what has been and what its ending is,

you and i had thought we were pretending all the while love crept in

unnoticed and unbidden,

like the shadowy reflection in our mirror light reflects light

until all things are clear.