Peace at last …

I ask for nothing

any

more

but to be happy and 

able to

safely use my

vulnerable 

grey cells of

uncommon utility;

and if one

day this utility is

me and you

then let this happen 

in the frame that

does shape but 

never will fake

again.

And I don’t know

right now

why I love you

as true I do; but 

as you were

there at the moment

I most needed you,

at least – by 

now – I know how to

live, if still not easily

love.  And 

not 

only there

but to thrive as

we all deserve:

and you – I think, 

know, and am so 

certain –

far more than

anyone who ever 

has me

touched.

So if our paths

will cross once

more, not as swords

nor angry words

but as equals in

our fab grey cells, and 

ways of seeing

and being

and doing

and improving

too,

as equals in the

humanity we 

profess, as equals

in the daily kind

we clearly do

choose 

to

manifest,

then let’s

express the love 

and respect, if

never the passion

I once did

imagine, which

surely we must 

have for each other:

and let us, above 

all the strangely 

distant we have shared,

love each body

and glance and

smile as the means 

we’ve been given

to make of this world

a much better 

place than when we

arrived, 

all

that

synchronised

and

parallel 

long

time

ago.

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