Making Amends
He bowed with an open hand
then offered me the most precious gift
"the pen ! "
and I fell for him
in the hardest way
as I sat there, like a fish on a hook,
looking through a distorted fish bowl.
What kind of creature was this,
that could see right through me
as if I wore no skin, ?
" This was the kind of man that had guided my soul for many a lifetime
this time around, he knew how to use kid gloves
no matches, no flames,... just kindness and understanding
and a mild recognition, that we had been here before "
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