You look so much like she did,
I cannot stop watching.
Mysterious, sweet, a little ragged,
preparing coffee the same way,
tilting your head the same way.
Are the gods throwing dice?
To think it began the way it did,
only to end the way it did,
like a pilgrimage
or the red leaves of October.
How we felt,
who we were,
how you spoke to me
with the wind among the trees,
how I changed.
What it led to
after all this time,
altering the lives of others,
the ripples of our choices
still in motion,
the notions of the heart
still revealing terrible lessons.
One of my favorite things you ever written and that is saying a lot! Excellent, so very excellent. I’m happy you felt compelled to write when you did
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beautiful!
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