The Waiting Room

I saw you today.

Across the room.

I saw you with your head down, working on your puzzle.

I saw you with your head back, your lips moving.  In prayer?  In plea?  In a curse?

I saw you with your head bowed down, hands supporting your emotionally weary head.  While your heart was supported by invisible strength from people every where.

I saw you with your head thrown back in laughter.  Strengthening your spirit.  Or just getting through the moment.

I saw you with your head tilted in, listening to hear what was being explained.  Trying to process it all.

I saw you helping someone else with something they were struggling with.  It was something simple.  But I saw your gentle demeanor and sweet touch.

I saw you sit away from everyone else.  Lost in thought.  Or very purposefully thinking.  With your elbow on the table, your chin in your hand.  Staring.

I saw you lean on a shoulder.  Exhausted.  And yet, unable to surrender to sleep.

I saw you not know what to say when there was so much to be said.

I saw you looking, and wondered if you really saw anything.

I saw your wishes and hopes play across your face, expressed in your eyes, felt in your heart.

I saw you try not to cry, and then saw you laugh.

I saw your expression of the most sincere devotion I have ever seen.  Simple and elegant, and pure.

I saw you look at him, watch him, when his eyes were closed.  And I could see how you felt about him.

I saw all of you.

And knew I saw what love looks like.

When I saw you.