Do you know what it’s like
to come face to face
with someone
who has been where
you’ve been?
It’s like stardust
that makes everything
imagined real.
The past steps forward,
a stranger
who is not a stranger,
but the only friend
you’ve ever had.
If the world could disappear
it would be perfect.
Do you know what it’s like
to hear a voice
that says
what it doesn’t speak,
and feel a hand
that barely touches
but holds you close
to immortality?
This is very old (1994) and very personal – less of a poem than a rambling, but it was written from my heart that still feels it to this day.
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