I KNOW YOU

I KNOW YOU

(Patricia Evans)

Thank you for your bright eyes
and for your useful hands.
Thank you for your powerful mind,
for the poems you write
but mainly for those you don't.

Thank you for your wonderful smile
your doubts,
questions,
regrets,
your talking, sayings,
but mainly for what you silence.

Thank you for your thoughts
and that you had waited
although I was late.

Thanks for your unique suit,

the magic you bring,
all the things you love,
but mainly for what you are indifferent to.

Thank you for being real
and being here, there.
Your warm voice,

when you whisper in my ear,
that you hold me in your arms,
for your right and not so right steps,
the door you had opened,
chair you had pulled,
your funny colorful tie,
your unforgettable perfume,

your spaceship landed in my garden.

Thank you that I had called you,
that you had answered me,

that you had said no,

yes,

and never "depends on".

Thank you, my dear, for your understanding,

sweetness, patience, forgiveness,
but mainly, and above all,
for your anger.
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