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broadway, costume design, eternity, friendship, kindred spirit, kinship, new york, pattern making, sewing
Can just one encounter feed the need of a friendship eternal?
Surreal was ours, on 42nd.
You didn’t know that I had passed without realizing, and had to double back.
Had I known where I was going we would have never met.
I could tell right away you were a giant, and wanted to attach my satellite.
We had the time to buy, standing in line.
When I looked away did you study my face, like I did yours, when you did the same?
Was your incessant yawning temporary, caused by anxiety?
You did not offer an apology, refusing to have to lie.
Did you notice the lines around my eyes?
Could you tell I had been broken, given up though smiling?
I was given a reason to go on.
The long coat that you had fashioned.
Born of your love and passion.
I find it hard to believe that our lives formed this intersection.
You were gratified that I was taking pictures of the signs; big ones with big lights.
I loved your innocence. I am an innocent. I am an innocent, but not like you.
There is no one like you, is there?
But we are kindred spirits.
I will always remember the forlorn one as we parted ways.
It was abrupt, but the few words exchanged will just have to do.
And I believe they do bear up against eternity.
2013.02.20
