You are part of me
I am part of you...
Every strand of our beings
were meant to be woven together.
We are no longer young,
sometimes when the light is right
I notice tiny lines in your face.
Lines that define a woman
of character
of dignity, of grace.
Where were you?
Where was I
Why could we not have met...
Known each other
before the road forked...
Became strewn with rock-hard word
that tore our souls
allowing love to seep slowly
into the dirt of dispair?
Why were we destined
to travel pot-holed paths
to trip...
skin our hearts, our knees
before the roads joined once again | 
