Sometimes it is as though I have had amnesia
I remember the birth of the beautiful child
and here is this beautiful man
who I know so well but not at all
He has been with me all along
I just don't remember...
I have missed him in my life
a dull lingering ache
The kind of ache that can be ignored
if one stays busy enough,
or creates enough chaos and drama
or self medicates it back down
Always it resurfaces
again and again
And what of the other man
did this end something significant?
Or preserve a place in the future
as something much more than it was?
Another kind of resurfacing
Time can heal all wounds
We shall see...