Cookie Crumbs
I sit at the table
and feel the cookie in my hand
It is warm
sweet
soft
Like your voice
I still rememeber the day you told me to pick up a pen
but I didn't believe it when you said
I could write anything I wanted
To put my heart on a page
every word,
a beat,
as if this life could keep going
if I didn't run out of empty space to fill
You,
You made me see that there will always be empty space to fill
So I kept writing
and saw the pieces of my life that were worth writing down
Things I had never bothered to glance at twice
The crumbs of my existence
laid out before me
Telling this story I am finally proud of
Finally willing to show
Finally allowing others to read.
So I sit at the table
where I do all my writing now
A cookie in my hand
Waiting for the crumbs to guide me
Knowing you,
just you,
had always known they'd be there
had always encouraged me to find them
had started this trail in the first place
and I can never
thank you
enough.