our paths diverged for a while.
experiences and wisdom made their marks
weaved themselves into our history.
self reflection and maturity
decluttered the space that we now inhabit.
when our paths converged again,
I was reeling from the impact.
my eyes and heart voraciously
immersed themselves in who he had become.
the smallest details were of the most interest.
the convergence added to our foundation.
the shared experience was sewn
somewhere in the tapestry of our lives.
the bright red thread of our meeting
will always catch my eye.
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
our paths diverged for a while.
experiences and wisdom made their marks
weaved themselves into our history.
self reflection and maturity
decluttered the space that we now inhabit.
when our paths converged again,
I was reeling from the impact.
my eyes and heart voraciously
immersed themselves in who he had become.
the smallest details were of the most interest.
the convergence added to our foundation.
the shared experience was sewn
somewhere in the tapestry of our lives.
the bright red thread of our meeting
will always catch my eye.
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