Without Question

We ask ourselves often,
what we missed along the way.
Do we take each other for granted,
by those things we choose to say?

What once was clear and obvious
leaves questions in our minds.
If we could go back to what we started,
what would we hope to find?

You know I'd never take from you
What you cherish best.
Identity was always a test.

Though we came from different directions,
we hope somehow to reach the same destination.
If you would, allow me to stand close,
And still be tall.

I'll be there whenever you need me.
All you do is make the call.
I'll need some indication.
Nothing spoken, nothing heard.

I'll know I'm welcome without question.
You need not say a word.

Copyright^© 2001 Melanie Braziel