My Sojourner

My Sojourner

I recognized the spark when we met—
a flicker, a knowing,
you were a beam of light
never quite still.

I felt your resonance
behind the muted veil,
not quite ready—
though no one could’ve known
you weren’t.

Still, I waited.
Because something in me knew
this kind of friendship
was worth the time.

We saw life
the same and not the same—
just enough difference
to make it honest.
I never wanted a mirror,
but a witness,
a sojourner
who could find
the love and the laughter
inside the beauty and the ache.

Shared mischief we didn’t need to defend
the reverent, the ridiculous,
and the knowing
that we can all be humbled

You knew that too—
how comedy, love, and sorrow
are all faces of the same truth.

There were years
when our line was thin,
but I held space,
knowing that what we each
were moving through
mattered more
than words.

I can feel your heartbreak
like a pulse under my skin,
wishing I could take it from you,
wishing I could make it vanish—
but deeply knowing, too,
that a heart breaking
is a heart opening…

And yours—
dear friend—
is wide open now.
Pulsating with
every could have,
should have,
but grounded here,
in the undeniable truth
that you leave nothing undone...and never have.

Your path is a continuum.
Unfolding.
Becoming.
Still burning beautifully bright.

You must hold this vision bright….

You are what friendship becomes
when it’s patient, real, and true.
And I—
I carry deep gratitude
for meeting you in this brief time...