ache

how can it have been so long

that I was taught to see pain as longing

to seek what the body says to not touch

reaching out to touch the hand of God

but really knowing there was no-one there

that feeling was a lie I told myself

a man with his hands,

held against his ears

searching for music

I cut the cords of reaching

and hold myself a while

in my healing I feel a new ache

like the sitting down after a long day

fell asleep tangled with you

kind of ache

and as the knots untangle

Gordian or no

my limbs free and unencumbered

I can walk towards my longing

reaching out toward you

hands held out

the ones who waited

the people I found

I can hear the music now

my face aches from the smiling

my legs from moving to the tune

and pain is simply pain