Everything

Once you were
words on a page -
a mantra on my tongue
which I mindlessly sang -
a thought which
could not come clear,
except when my apathy
gripped me with fear.
When did you decide
to pull me away from myself?
When did you decide
to draw me to yourself?
When did you give me
something to be?
When did you become
everything to me?

- 4/10/10