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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.

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