I was dressed—and dressed to a T,
Whatever the heck that might mean.
To me it means, no one could see
Who I really was.
I looked like a smart, pensive child,
Lost in a crowd of so much style
And wishful thinking.
I was laughing—mirth like a drunk.
It didn’t mean I had no funk,
It meant I couldn’t let you know
How I really felt.
So I laughed, added to the sound
Of other giddy grievers ‘round
Denying my wounds.
I was seeing—like ne’er before—
The truth, like an awaited shore
After months of dry death at sea
I drank in the sight.
My legs had forgott’n how to stand,
I learned there who I was again
And, oh the relief.
I was crying—wept like a God
Whose creation had gone to laud
Another created being.
I just couldn’t stop
And dry my tears for all the pain
Over the loss. Then something gained;
Alone, but awake.
I was singing—sang from my soul
Like lightening leads thunder to roll
Filling cold air with resonance
One passionate call.
Burning from the heat of the blast
But glad—glad to shout it at last:
I can see your face!