way before

I thought about you; the way you held Your composure, secure in your grasp as if nothing else was more fragile. You waved goodbye to the baggage You once hauled on your back; a seamstress with many cuts that burn deep within the fabric of your life. I thought of you; taken back for while, sipping on this new found taste: a freedom that seemed to limited but the wind blew you farther, and I watched you, I watched you take hold and work your way through the maze and find your self in a vortex beyond space and time. I watched you think of a possibility and I thought for once: about being one for you.