the first time I met him
he put out his hand
and met me.

not from this world,
not from here,
not from where I was from.

as time passed I met
him before work,
outside my bathroom window.

and he met me.

as time passed he met
me along a wall of friendship
and disdain.

but still, he met me.

as time passed I met
him along a wall of scorn
and disbelief.

he tried, I know he did.

like dolphins we gave each
other names and shared
oceans with waves like

stars,

carrying life to a shore then
pulling it away before ever
really knowing its

luminosity.