The last time I walked these paths
with this kind of chill in the air,
I was a seeker.

I wasn’t sure just what I sought–
what all of us seek, I imagine:
belonging, acceptance, understanding.
I found it in drips and drabs along my journey,
enough to keep me plodding onward,
despite the occasional step back.

I defined myself by the search.

As I walk here again this night,
with the cool fall air stinging my throat,
I’m aware that I have changed,
that I need to redefine myself.
A seeked-er? A searched-er? A sought-er?

I couldn’t have said what I was looking for, exactly,
but I can say now, unequivocally,
that it was you
and the found-er you’ve let me become.

„The most beautiful part is, I wasn’t even looking when I found you.“