Waving from a distance

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!