As of late,
I have developed a new best friend
It’s my younger self coming
to visit my end
I look in his face,
and I see a new truth
I look in his face,
and I see more than youth
Now more like my father,
I more like his son
The beginning he carries,
from whose ending I run
He tells me he’s followed,
but I never looked back
Always looking beyond,
what my fear could attack
He approaches me close,
but we’re never to touch
The distance between us,
life’s meaning as such
For most of my days
I planned dying alone
But now in his presence,
every memory reshown
He points to my heart,
as his eyes fly within
His vision, my vision
—eternity’s twin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
An Anthology Of Perception 