I told myself last night.

I wanted
to
write to
you
but instead
i found
that you had
written.

I wanted
to
express to
you
my heart's
content
to fullest
measure.
But instead,
I found your
expression.

I wanted
to
say to
you
all the words
that i have
but instead
i find
a conversation
in my heart.

I wanted
to
condemn
myself
but instead
i found
your
forgiveness.

Awaiting me,
offered to me,
shared with me,
given to me,
poured on me...

Already.

Instead of
writing
what I wanted
to say,
I found
you
had given
new words.

Instead of
falling into the
same old line,
I was
relieved
when
You
gave me a new part
to play,

no, to be.