Waking Up

I remember thinking to myself, you can get a good night's sleep even after a bad day. It was 3 years ago today when I woke up, packed my belongings and left for good. You were standing there at the bus stop and asked me how my day was. I wasn't sure if I could respond....But I knew I should. Reply to Her that is.... Not many people ever care, but she does I thought. I knew where I was standing but deep down I felt lost. You stood there and I felt a little less lost. A block away from my home....from my old home, I realized. I felt found standing next to you. I replied. "Couldn't be better" But I was never good at lying. And you were good at poker. My bluff was called. I wake up every now and then and think of the moment you lifted me. With your words. You didn't even know my name. You didn't even know what you were doing. You did it. Now 4 years later happily married, I still wake up in the middle of the night. I visualize the shoe's I was wearing, the dirty white laces that seemed to me not to be tied. Like a loose stage of my life. But you tied them. I was the left lace, you the right. And every now and then when I look up in this dream I see my wife's beautiful eyes standing next to me, other time's its an angel. One and the same they are. My bluff was called. She said "You have the same look I had not but a few weeks ago. But your tone of voice is a lot more obvious." "Were still out there" She says and looks up at the clouds. She meant women you can love. I knew what she meant. "Are you out there?" I replied. "No." She says. "I'm right here".