[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #9. The publish date is approximate.]
unknown likeness in the distance
mutual spirit close to heart
never ending friendly surprise
daily routine repressed the spark
curiosity, maybe even destiny?
always meant to be, in one form or another
one with true concern
silently provoking, such a tease
never met, already known
content with eternal comfort
to find the solace of you
kindred hate if nothing else
four. that mean something to me.