meet me

where strong people crumble
and eyes full of sorrow speak of more appreciation than spoken words.

where introductions mean more
and being-there is no longer taken for granted.

because… you’re there. and not somewhere else.
and you sit. and say nothing. and silence is a novel’s worth of words.

and afterwards. you smile. and for some reason, although you’ve smiled so many times before, this time it just melts in. and you think about it, and you can still say that God is good.