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 