NOT A STRANGER

• The morning breeze, brushes my face
  Where it comes from, there it goes; woes
  past, thoughts it has none
  Gathers it does as one
  Yours and mine
  Gives me yours and you mine,
  I look at you
  ‘cause, your thought came to me
  Why look at me like that
  No stranger am I,
  I touched you through the wind
  I spoke to you with it
  Not words ears hear
  Waves mind knows.
  I died your death, twitched in your trauma
  Died too in your love
  Not a stranger
  I know you —
  You, he, she, that child, and all of them
  From the past
  Not a stranger —
  Outside the hospital
  Waiting for father’s body
  That night flowers smelt of death
  It spared not your father
  I know your sad face,
  Visited my father, it did, next week
  Flowers smelt of death
  Not a stranger
  And you, broken in love, looking, waiting
  Waiting and looking
  The chill wind touched you
  And you knew somebody knows.
  That child there
  I was he
  He will be me.
  Here in the breeze
  You will find in the morrow
  Buried pain, joy and sorrow
  That was once mine
  Was once his
  And before that his
  And before that…..