We never really partedA Poem by MarshallWe met again after thirty five years in a flash recognition of names and faces and we planned to meet that one more time to fill a vacuum of questions and answers. It was a joyous moment as you ran up the ramp at Toronto Airport to circle me with your arms and hold on as if never to let go again. Your husband watched. When alone I held your hand, dreamed again remembered all those times, we looked but never spoke-yet knowing that somehow we knew each other more than just looking. I was too shy then, to reach out and touch you. Now with two grown kids, five continents apart a world whizzed past us and my own son standing at my side, I just wanted to say: I loved you then in silence but I love you now in words Although we live in different destinies we are yet connected by some strange knowing. When I leave now I will wave goodbye to you and your husband taking with me a memory that had four decades to grow. No one will understand what it feels like to leave the best part of you behind. It is no coincidence that we met again on Thanksgiving Day. Author NotesTrue. Absolutely true. © . All rights reserved, a month ago© 2014 MarshallReviews
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