I passed you on the street; the day was busy, rushing past me in millions of small voices that were poignantly insignificant. Our eyes met in one brief spark of remembrance; we paused in mid stride, warm in the knowing, the familiarity, the smiles once shared between us. You were mine, again, each particle, each cell, each vibrant stream of hope that ever passed between us. As your lover, as your son, as any unborn seed that ever was a part of me. I am in you, and you, in me, the life's blood very heart of me, your kindred soul, as we should always be, forgiven, yet sadly, much, too soon, departed… copyright 2000 bj pearce |
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