Reunion

The days and months, passed Quick through time for us. Many wasted days, Scarred with unanswered Questions, a story From one side, twisted Contrived, and denied, Words from her who lied. And duped the boy with Confusion inside. An aching sting-come What may bring-so lined The mouth with a taste Of naivety. But within-a sense Of anguish, inner- Loss, longing. Love. The Ever-burning flame Of rage, paled to a Lonely blue flicker. I met him on a Windy day, in a Place familiar To me, greeted by A cheap, black, painted Gate-a run down, bleak, Housing estate. The Path decorated With weeds rising through Cracks, splitting the flags. His face was as mine, But somehow aged and Different with each Line telling a new And unheard rhyme. Perhaps twenty-five Years had passed, since I Saw that smile last. But What warmth it now filled, Freely for his lad. Through hours we spoke, of Hazy memories, Arguments from a Dizzy and confused History. To me Experienced, yet Unknown. Two hearts split By regret. Two hearts Unwilling, Ever To be forgotten. Fog lifted on those Seamless years in blank Exile, the peaceful Day turned to the black Of night, for two souls Reunited with Happiness and love Rekindled, within The spirit of such Father/son delight.