anam cara.

i knew when i saw you standing in
that hall,
khaki shorts and soda stained shirt
admiring children’s art
that we would be together.

i find now
a year has passed and it’s not quite
how it was-
yet it hasn’t changed one bit.

you see, we’ve left our footprints
on the very start of each other’s paths.
so every time we turn to look,
we’ll know how the journey began.

and even when there are bends in the road
i like to think we will remember one another,
how we looked into each other’s eyes
and our souls sang.