I think of you often
Considering the brief duration
Of our acquaintance.
Many nights your name
Drifts like a wraith between my
Amen and my dreams.
Some days I smile, thinking
Of words we once spoke,
Witty, yet inconsequential,
Odd bits to linger over
While I pluck weeds from
The courtyard out front.
It’s not like we shared a
Romance, more a
Light-hearted
Melding of minds.
Maybe you were the
Platonic soulmate foretold
By a palm reader
At a small kiosk
In Baltimore’s
Inner harbor.
I don’t miss you as much
As I find places where
Your presence would
Be a blessing.
I hope you
Are well,
friend.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
lovely, you caught the beauty of certain … platonic relationships, and the palm reader gives your poem a whiff of the exotic. As is often the case, lovely picture. What is it exactly?
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I’m not sure what the picture is exactly. It made me think of tarot cards.
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yes but nicer!
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I actually did sit down with a palm reader in Baltimore years ago. I was there for a conference, but we lived in Kansas at the time with no plans to move. She told me that we were going to move to FL in the next year and I’d meet my soulmate there. I just laughed, and said I was married. She responded that it wouldn’t necessarily be a romantic soulmate. Well, I’d no sooner returned from that trip than we got word we were being transferred to Melbourne, FL–Dave’s company had purchased a company there. I was hired to teach at a school two days before school began and didn’t have a thing for my class. One of my new coworkers came in and surprised mr by decorating my class and we became fast friends.
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I like the story. I do believe some people have heightened sensitivity of some kind, which is precisely why I’d never dare visit a palm reader!
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I can relate… Love the poem.
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