When We Meet Again

a poem of hope that one day, "almosts" will be reality

Maybe we’ll meet
once I stop searching
somewhere people
don’t recognize each other by scars.

Maybe you’ll be
a shadow on a pier,
or a glance that holds my step
without asking.

You won’t have to speak.
I’ll know.

When you come, and you will
I won’t ask where you’ve been.
I won’t ask why.

Just sit.
Let me celebrate life
where words no longer matter,
and feel at peace again.

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