The Reunion

Hours passed as you spoke of your journeys. We were apart for long years, and there was much to recount. Our laughter filled the gaps when there were no words.

After the reunion the trail began. The realization that, in so many separate years apart, separate people were born. Withdrawal began, for fear of self preservation. That self found apart was valued. It was all that was known and familiar. Seeing it being melded was perceived as the death off all that was its essence. Yet somehow they stayed.

Over hills of time and patience a new creature is born between the two. One a little of the old and a little of the new. It is a shared journey of unique paths, crossing where they might and diverging where they must. A similar memory shared, it is a life that serves the purpose of happiness and none other. If happiness should cease, then it will dissolve of its own.