Strange terrain, stranger events kiss my journey.
Amidst newness and strangeness, I find myself drawn towards you.
It takes me months to face the truth of what you mean to me.
Or perhaps I refused to face it in an initial mistake of visualising you a committed one.
And later maybe the barriers were all too overwhelming to think of crossing them.
Or perhaps it was just fear that I didn’t mean much beyond informal strangerhood.
I walk alone, I live alone.
Yet I learnt to seek you beside me in the freedom thought and feeling offered.
I learnt to treasure you in a place where no one would even guess what or how I hid.
I have longed for your presence in health and in illness,
In a smile and a tear.
I hear of lakes and bays I have never visited.
I have longed , dreamt, travelled perhaps with you to see them all…the journeys made in the mind and the heart.
I have felt the wind against us in the journeys travelled in mind.
Perhaps that is why I have seen the unseen, travelled the untravelled.
It is innate in me to always dream the impossible.
And yet the comfort of writing it all away where you will never read it or know.
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