I lost you in the forest where black shadows fell, preventing the light.
I lost you in the swirling deep when waters rushed and cold sand sucked, and
I lost you in the blindness—the pain of loss and the fear of what could be.
But you found me there, covered in rags of self—thread bare and useless.
You found me in the breathless air, the overwhelming press of loveless lies.
When I could not
you found me and gave me a sure life.