Hey H

I witnessed your eyes and I Wrote a poem. Immediately When I got back home. 5 or 6 years ago From now this was? Cause at the time I felt like this Kind of blue... God... it Would save me. It wasn't true but you Did Help me to save myself. And our lifelines entangled and missed One another. Over and over. Arrows Misguided. Or also my ego fearful of loving at that time stroke in fear... But loving is witnessing too. We have the wisdom to know at least: Ownership does not last. We know of impermanence. Now again. Accidentally close. A bizarre current brings us closer. Yet not close enough. I sit under St Minas Cathedral Watching you to Not emerge From behind the corner. Fearfully I know : We shall never be 23. 27. 30. Again. And the poet in me saddens at This thought. Cause poets are sad creatures. Yet the gratitude in me makes me Stronger. Cause 'a poet' is an ' I Am ' and I Am Not - Not really. So I stand up, let go. And go Into life’s currents.