musings

I roam,
beside the space where you exist,
pause once to look,
pause at that thought,
walk on,
only to turn around and call out to my soul,
standing there, looking at you,
as if transfixed,
with the strongest of the will,
they very soul that is afraid of belonging,
and being belonged,
from the perils that life has seen,
I walk back to it,
whisper inot my soul's ear,
It turned around.
looked at me,
smiled in a tear drop and held my hand,
we walked along,
away,
to share a hot cup of coffee and a smoke.