Reuniting

It’s the bizarre juxtaposition
of returning home
to find a familiar friend,
and being someplace
new for the very first time
uncertain about expectations.

Seeing you again,
is like looking into
the tormented future
of what once was,
confident it's only
an illusion
to keep me from facing
unbearable truths.

Hearing your voice
calms my many anxieties,
while causing me to brace
for all those words
you might say,
words underscored by
melodic pain.

Holding you close
is an unsettled combination
of my soul joyously reuniting
with its missing part,
and my heart
uncertain it should allow
feelings previously put in purgatory
to be paroled.

Touching your trembling lips
reveal secrets
you inadvertently share,
telling me
whether or not
we’re okay.