The End Result

if i could have offered
you the scripts of
my time,

i'd have given you
age 8, age 15 and
age 18.

if i can hunt down
the memories
that make me me,

i'd have come up
with age 3, age
16, age 21.

if you ever asked
me how did i survive
my checkered past,

i'd have consulted
my heart for
age 9, age 19 and
age 22.

if you wanted to know
when did the
sudden twists of fate happen,

i'd have promptly presented
to you the latter half of
age 2, age 14 and
age 21.

if you bothered to
find out about the ground
that i will always stand on,

i will direct you to
ask me about
age 15, age 20 and
age 22.

if you ask me where
did my concepts about
anything come from,

i will quickly relate
stories from
age 4, age 8 and
quite assuredly age 21.

and, at last, if you
asked me when did
love encase me in its inexplicable grace,

i'd look into your
eyes and simply say
'all the time'.

because it is only
during a hard and loveless
time that

you realize the abundance
and the immensity of
love's silent ways.

the stories that were
woven and the memories
that determined the design

ensured that love's
tender arms wrapped me
in its invisible glory.

so, you who could've bothered to ask,
i wish you asked
when the time was right to have asked me.

then, i would've
realized all this earlier than
the last leg of age 22!