Sometimes

I see u perfect: standing by the door, in the fading light of the sweeping dusk
I see in ur eyes a wave of eagerness … of recognition of this face from the past
I see a flash of a breaking smile … of happier times and carefree days
I see a lingering sadness sweep… of a bond that was never named
I see the fingers tighten clasp… of battles within and yonder
I see a warm moist cloud … of two travelers and their unique path
Farewell my lady… I leave now … from a place that feels like home.