Now I see you
waving from a distance
your vivid colours
lit by occasional sun
I remember when you walked with me
past the thin cathedral
and among fading tombstones
You touched me then:
I thought we would get closer
but you slipped away
I hid too,
but in plain sight
I was waiting for you
I thought you knew that
Look at me:
I am waving back
Another poem in the Lent series, inspired by an e-mail from a friend, with the initial idea metamorphosed. Count the words!