Passing again,
through my thoughts
as the wind through an open
door.
A year and more
has fled,
and in my dreams we speak
and in my mind we
dance.
Of follies once uncertain,
now I am sure,
of my wrongs.

The universe is strange.

Lessons come and come again
until they are learned
and they disguise themselves,
they are well worn and apparent
to those who know,
as are the things we see
when we know.

And lessons, that which I had done
to you,
came around.
Karmatic.
So with my new knowledge,
my lesson learned,
I wonder again
if we could ever be.
Or, if you are still,
light years
ahead of me.