The Understanding Heart

I thought of us as doors
in and out of each other,
windows that framed revelations -
insights and world views.

Just recently we were enclosed
together, snuggled within ourselves
not wanting to lose any warmth,
to let the cold air in.

Now I’m running through opened doors
racing wind, searching
for where you call home,
not finding you anywhere I know.

Dear hands fisted,
contact clenched, your beautiful mouth
makes mean words that slap me
smaller.

My understanding heart arrests
on the sight of your hungry eyes
looking out of our window
for someone new to rescue you.