A night made for friends from great places,
Time dedicated to ones with a prior commitment,
Lost feelings clinging to the nearest willing victim,
Gathering in awe, friendship spurring from whim.
Reflection on a past filled with ignorant choices,
Bears a face forgotten, a heart as mine a soul with needs,
Strings of the heart that forced there way upon me, now cut.
One glance and I knew that there was something to go see.
Boyish games played for the meddlesome, not to convincing new likeness,
A new happiness to pursue but not seek, to wait and taste the touch.
Dwelling on a time when the chance was to be taken,
Focused on not being made out but determined to find out.
I looked into the eyes of a new found angel,
Pain of a past and the hurt to come, glistened.
Helplessness position, he arose again wielding light and dark.
Words are his only bethought, which holds the name.
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