When I saw you –
it was not really you,
but the shell you’d inhabited –
I remembered
how much I despised you
how much I wished you
weren’t my kin –
not for anything
you remembered –
a wound you inflicted upon me
in my youth that
never healed
until I saw you –
it was not really you,
but a temporary temple –
and it had been refrigerated and
I remembered
all the good you had done,
all the odds you had overcome,
so I could exist
temporarily
and for the first time,
but not the last,
I saw you.
May 14, 2013
