Will

His smile it caught me mind it drew me in

Ideas profound that bubble to the top

Veneer with worry worn till paper thin

Yet in his eyes a hope that will not drop

So open as he talked of all he’d lost

The tears that glistened but were never shed

A warmth within that won’t allow the frost

The echo of so much he never said

I cannot right the wrong that he has seen

But he is more because what he knows

So many places we have never been

And hidden in the cracks a love it growsHe held my hand and everything was still

Our future is the everything we will

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The Journeyman

A wander through the backwater that day
A fly was hooked and baited on the line
The listener who had so much to say
And talked as if they owned the whole of time
Seduction of the mind a subtle art
The conversation lingered in the air
The mind is often route to find the heart
The thoughts are planted left to blossom there
The ripples of the mind that mark depart
For backwaters are places few would choose
The culmination so close after start
But what is gained we never truly lose
A chance encounter brief and bitter sweet
A journeyman will leave after the meet