Joy to reunite!
Perhaps if we are lucky we find
A lost self.
Years collapse into one pile
Making a confusing, rubbled
Treasure trove.
Neural pathways slashed open
As memories return.
I cannot sleep.
Hard to believe, but here
I make a new friend
From an old acquaintance.
Lined faces and old eyes
Glide into youth
As dusk darkens into night.
Looking into eyes
across the years
We find our young togetherness.
Grey coals of passion, long asleep,
Spark in the breath
Of a gentle fanning.
We cry as we embrace.
Do our hearts know it may be
For the last time?
For tonight the clock plays the fool.
Is Death no wiser
for the disguise?
– Mary Gergen
