Recognition

We’ve met before
I recognise your face from long ago,
and I recall the pain that you inflicted then,
sleepless nights and swollen eyes,
raw emotion, strangling breath.
You stand in the doorway,
lean on the wall,
and await my invitation.
I leave you there as I laugh at sorrow,
until my eye meets yours
and I try to remember,
are you friend or foe?
I reach out a hand, you embrace me,
and I weep with you my friend,
grief.

Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2012