Certain people come back into our lives
Each one bringing a special gift
A gift that touched the soft hearted heart
Drowning me with their elixir for the moment
One person brought me back the gift of time
The hours to the gentle reminder of stolen memories
Which were left abandoned and misunderstood
Distance was the enemy!
Another person brought me back the gift of compassion
The poetic words to the gentle reminder of simple life
Memories trapped in a jar of unknown content
Translucent but not free
He was the enemy
The third brought me the gift of respect
The starry full moon to the gentle reminder of simply being enough
I had to live my life following my dream
Forgetting and leaving behind the past
Youth was the enemy!
Finally, this person who came last brought me the gift of reality
Short lived moments to the gentle reminder of terrible miscommunication
Silent nights of tired mind, soul and the body
Questioning the decisions made
Technology was the enemy!