
I heard stories of you during my childhood
but never did I lay eyes on you for myself
it was not until I was twelve years old
that I first got a glimpse of you
however, I could not fully comprehend
or see you for what you were at that time
then at eighteen our paths crossed again
my narcissism took center stage
and it was all about me
when I encountered you at twenty-eight
my drug haze had me in a blinded state
and everything else was more important
less than a year later
on my twenty-ninth birthday
I saw you face to face
for the first time
I finally understood what everyone
else had said about you all those years
at the age of thirty-five
there you were again
staring into my eyes
forcing me to handle things
I had no experience with
when my wife was sick
I walked the hospital hallways
peering into rooms with open doors
seeing you in many of the faces
at forty-four I was told that you were back
but a global pandemic kept me
seperated and distant from you
your presence did not seem real or tangible
I know one day we will finally
have our overdue conversation
I will be here when you are ready