Is that you,
watching me?
Just a hint of your eyes
caught me
for a second,
and held me
like I was a child again.
Must be a dream.
You never were
one for comforting
when I was hurt.
In a moment
you asked me
if I was going to be okay.
I think I am today.
Time passes,
but old pathways
still exist.
Overgrown and lonely,
but not lost to us.
It was down
one of these
that I found myself travelling.
Sitting in the backseat,
I caught your eyes
in the rear view
and you asked me,
“Are you gonna be okay?”
DJR – 2023
