A poem (of sorts)... In a crowd of dancing-around the African drum circle, vendors-selling in the marketplace, children playing like children do, brothas talking-about this & that...we caught each others eyes and held them...the face of familiarity. In that moment it was as if he had seen a ghost...for me... as if time had stopped... allowing the moment to linger. Slow motion, placed right hand to heart...symbolic of yes, brotha, I see u, honor u...I acknowledge ur presence. After doing what God placed in my heart to do...the reason I had stopped in the first place...I walked away in a regretful almost staggering pattern...feeling the gravitational pull...a magnet in my heart to speak, see how he was doing, what hes been up to and why the long silence. The years we spent flashed thru my mind like a black and white film reel. Made it to the car...tear ducts began to swell...then an irrevocable teardrop...long lost love had stared me right in the face. A love I know... can never be returned to. I still remember you. Damn...love never forgets.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 05:18:33 +0000
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