It’s a scratch 
sometimes a tickle 
yet always there 
sometimes it’s comfort
other times confusing
frequently it ignites 
while others ignores
but it’s always 
and its always 
now being there
never causes boredom 
for it moves
from heart to 
mind to soul 
to hands to 
lips to body 
like a bird
which flies somewhere 
else always familiar 

It’s when 
my name 
doesn’t do 
and you 
call me
something else 
that I 
always know 
I’ve burrowed 
into one 
of your 
heart’s nooks 
and crannies 
and that
I will 
always be 
welcome there 

Cherish maybe 
treasure even
this you 
I have 
gone without 
this you
long ago 
long before 
this you 
I never 
knew then
this you 
now that 
I do 
this you 
I never 
will lose
this you 
ever again 
like that 

It’s always 
the strings 
that bind
and after 
cause tears 
upon hearing 
why do 
those two 
break so 
many hearts 

I imagine
then now 
when then
was now
I never 
imagined this 
in fact 
this wasn’t 
even possible 
but now 
that this 
is this 
that then
is all 
there is 
to remember 
funny how 
things go