A memory of you

  Just a few days ago your
image sprayed across my memory.
Who you are, what you were
to me.

  Ah I squeezed my eyes tightly,
praying not to cry nor hope for
the impossible.

  I don't even dare try to understand
why or how. All I did was pray
and hope that your answers would
be there. Whatever was entering your
mind, whether worry or anxiety,to
exit. Leaving you with a peaceful
evening.

   I try not to stumble in presence
nor quiver at a stare. I just
avert attention ANYWHERE else.

  Life was a lesson indeed.
A momentary lapse of misguided
choices from rebellion. People
ask would, could I change anything.

  Stunned to silence for a few minutes.
Contemplating my answer, I
say no. Otherwise I would never
have learned what was necessary
to make me stronger.

  What I learned - was who I could
be. Who I have become.