Alive

I don't remember the song.
It was meant to make the world disappear.
It was meant to drown the noise of my heart
As it got shattered like a mirror.
It was meant to silence the voices in my head.
Yet my tears gave me away 
As I sat naked and chose to stay.
The hero did survive.
Broken, vulnerable yet determined 
I walked home
With the hero in me alive.

The Gift

What were the chances that I'd meet you?
I didn't know much about you.
I knew that your smile vibrated through spaces.
I knew that your laugh echoed in hearts - it always will.
It has power, strength and beauty - all of which is you.
Merely your presence placated restless souls.
How you brought order to madness! 
Or maybe, just hope. 
Even that was way more.

You left something with me.
A to-do box that hasn't been checked.
A jig-saw that hasn't been solved.
A question that hasn't been answered.
Ever since, I scramble to find the answer.
Sometimes trying to find you, instead.

Then I remember,
It was never the answer that was you;
You are alive in the question.