thirteen years ago
and a room full of poets
a night of anticipation
with me waiting for
someone I knew
but had never met
to take me by my
outstretched left hand
and lead me into
another life
and as the evening faded
that intention did as well
but seeds fell from that
faded bloom
and without knowing it
you had taken my hand
and my life was
never the same
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