Meeting, a poem by Lynn White at Spillwords.com

Meeting

Meeting

written by: Lynn White

 

You spoke to me.

A smile on your lips
and a sadness
behind your eyes
to match my own.
I could see it,
recognise it.
I knew it well.

“Hello you,” I said.
“Hello me?”

A gesture,
a question in your voice,
laughter caught
in the back of your throat
and eyes that smiled.
Momentarily.

At least
momentarily
understanding.

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