Kindred Kindness

by Christos Polydorou

You would never call me
too emotional, not to my
face. You said
what I needed to
hear, and never expected
to, though God knows
I hoped for
nothing else. Your pace,
my pace,
the empathy of the universe
in the first place, you here,
I there, everything in its
right place. Reach across
countries crossed
and generations
recovered, and grab
my wrists. Hoist me up
out of the
water
in the
ice
I was
before
I met you. The earth
cracked. Some poisonous
factories crumbled
into the cracks. Concrete
crumbled
and trees sprung. Life
ended. Life had just
begun.

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