An Understanding

An Understanding

 

Early on I had a dream that he died

We hugged each other and cried

She and I sharing a pain

A pain warmed by our understanding 

 

We've never hugged in real life

I'm not even sure I've been smiled at

Rarely looked in the eyes

 

Nevertheless we share

An understanding

 

Another fork in a road brought her to me

Our understanding, long overshadowed by self protection

Re-surfaced 

And for a long lingering moment her eyes shined as they looked right into mine

She smiled, said, "Enjoy", exuding a warmth I'd only felt in the dream


Almost like a real hug

 

 

 

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