A perspective gained

I will touch you again, in this life
When, someday, a sea breeze plucks that pair of stray ringlets off your brow and brushes them behind your ear with a gentle caress, look for me there

I will move you again, in this life
When you, like I do, recall the others face next to ours
In repose, in gentle sleep, smiling

We were drawn together, I still don’t really know how
We clung together when we could but it couldn’t last
There are things we both must do, which cannot wait
We both must do what we need to, to be true to ourselves
And that takes us far apart

Time and circumstance know little mercy

A Funny Old Life