I never thought 
that I would 
but I did
and that slope 
found me there
stuck in mud
at the bottom 
of the hill 
but it wasn’t 
the slope nor
even the hill 
that caused landslide 
but the rains 
of love that 
broke the treetops 
causing everything underfoot 
to give way 
and now years
later what had
been swept away 
by the monsoon
has been rebuilt 
stronger than before 
and maybe now 
we can see
the vista of 
what we us
you and me 
just could be 

In a few days 
you’ll be here
we will talk
likely catch up 
maybe even create 
but most laugh
I’m excited naturally 
timid as well 
I’m not sure 
what you’ll say 
if you’ll talk 
about your adventures 
maybe your feelings 
but I promise 
to patiently listen 
because last time 
was my time 
to talk and 
we both know 
how that went 

I would like 
but one thing 
to remain or
perhaps to return 
having grown weary 
of the new 
new is exciting 
until its forgotten
or likely lost 
am I too
temporary to things 
to these things 
which I too
was once new
am I not 
one of those 
things that too
remain or return 

There are some 
but not many 
of which I 
comfortably slide into 
like an old
pair of shoes 
that just fit 
having walked miles 
along with me 
or a sweater 
that’s kept chill
away at bay
at arms length 
tattered and frayed 
maybe too big 
a wooly friend 
which to wallow 
these friends that
might not talk 
often do recall 
life’s greatest adventures 

Everything that 
has happened 
to me 
was meant 
to happen 
to me 
therefore I 
hold no 
remorse regret
or regard
to any 
of it