Sometimes When I Meet You Again That First Time

You could say, “I know you.”
You could say, “Don’t go.”

Perhaps you’re thinking,
“Necessary sorrow.”
Perhaps, “Inklings and
tiny hope.”

Sometimes we are the long
day as it ends joyfully.
Sometimes we grow into
ourselves in fits and starts.

At times, we are fire whipped
by wind,
At times, we are the first leaf
to fall in fall.

My Love and Precious Tremble,
when you looked upon me, you
thought of you.
When you found me, you
thought: HOME.