With my someone, but
He is not mine; it takes time
To grieve deepest loss,
But we were friends, and remain
Inspiration to go on.
I did not quite grasp
How much being apart was
Costing my mental
Peace until we hugged and talked
And again, I felt comfort.
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We never know who
We are until we reach out
For someone else who
Becomes no longer other
But reveals the inner us.
Love gives us ourselves,
In Technicolor blended
Until we are clear,
Reflections combined, then,
Rendered in reality.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 