Feeling Karmic

There is a time for us.
A place that waits, breathless,
for you to reach out and recognize me.
I have ever known you,
who you are to me
is tattooed across my soul.

I have the knowing inside me.
Respect makes me wait.
You have enough people
stealing space from you.
I refuse to go
where I am not requested.

I walk my path
learning and growing.
Like a new leaf, each day,
gaining new shades of color
to match the beating wings
inside me.

I miss you.
I have never gazed back at you.
I have never touched your palm,
and yet,
I know you.
Like I know my own heart.