And so we continued our conversation that began in another time and in another place, but it was you and I just the same.
I know this like I know my own name today, though I remember not my name then. I know your smile, your hands, your laugh, your breath, your embrace.
You are the words and I am the page;
You are the Captain and I am the Mate.
I don’t need you, you are you and I see, you see. My Poet, My Captain.
“What God has drawn together let no Man put asunder.”