Knowing

You're it.
I don't know how I know, but something
within me
hears your voice
looks at your eyes, your lips, your face,
and it knows.
It feels a strengthening, shining tab,
a wound of sorts;
but a healing, learning
changing wound-
A stab that heals
the wound of my human emptiness.
So you're it. They tell me I'm
indecisive; It's just that
I'm numb- I've been asleep
so terribly long.
But I've made a decision;
You're it...You, who opened my
blinded eyes,
ended my numb infinite grey
and
created brilliant swirls of red
in my thoughts, in my senses.
You're it;
and I know because something
within me
hears your voice,
looks at your eyes, your lips your face
and it knows
that I've come.