Upon seeing an old friend

My emotions at an echo
From Yester years present.
I've always loved him
Cared in every type of way--
Ignoring the most real, potent way
We all pray to experience.

And there it is--
Walking beside me
In the hidden garden

Like he's simply waiting for me to get it.

Waiting for me to recognize these new feelings
Screaming inside of me.

Maybe they're buried and I've just forgotten them.
Until he brushed my hand;
Rubbed my back when I said I was cold.
Smiled his whole face when I spoke.

The date was over
and I ached when he drove away.
Let this time be different.

God, let it.