All of us crawling on hands and knees in need of you
I gathered up the nerve.
I dialed the numeric code.
And I waited.
I waited to hear the voice of a stranger.
A voice of someone that whispered of my past yet could barely be found in the present.
I waited, I spoke, I listened.
Only to discover that the humor was the same.
The style hadn’t changed and the rhetoric was timeless.
That after months of silence,
after some sincere changes in my heart and mind,
after hair cuts, highlights,
weight gains, slim downs,
romances and roommates,
car crashes, ballet classes,
hiring’s and firings,
book writing, fist fighting,
future decisions, college visits
I sat and listened to plans paralleling my own.
That as I sit now and daydream about owning my own café,
he is making preparations to for a future of being a chef.
So as my mother drove me home from a morning of helping my dear grandmother wash her windows
I couldn’t help but smile with the understanding
that perhaps we aren’t that different after all
And maybe when everything is said and everything that could be done is done.
at the core of our beings there’s still the same heart,
still the same free-will only each going two different directions.
Following different paths that will perhaps meet more in the middle than we both ever thought.
And they were beautiful
Everyone’s beautiful
All of us crawling on hands and knees in need of you