Persistence is her name (a poem)

With one look

her soul spoke

a universal longing. 

“Is it too much 

to ask of you

to need me?”

her eyes asked.

She continued,

“Not in the way

in which 

you couldn’t live 

without me. 

I’m not that insecure,

most days.

But need me

in the manner

of acknowledging 

my life 

has meaning,

has purpose,

has import

in the world

in which we both dwell.

Is that too much

to ask of you?”

And our eyes 

remained locked

in an eternal embrace

of tender acceptance

of our mutual

insecurities.

- bshivers