A Poem from Laurie Buyer
He was remote and mostly silent.
He considered his life hard and his outlook was fiercely intent.
He carried his aloneness like a shield and his callous disregard of others gave him a separate peace.
I did admire him, and respect him, and yes, in my own young way, I loved him.
I yearned for his self-same strength, his conviction, his courage.
Ignorant and innocent, I suffered in his realm.
I learned many things – darkness and despair, joy and light.
I learned to be alone.
In the end, I doubt if he ever understood.
I didn’t have much to pack.
I simply took all that I had learned and left the rest behind.
In the end, he was kind. He let me go.
Reference: Leaning into the Wind