When I met you 30 years later
         I looked at you—
                  it was like seeing
                  myself in a looking glass

I met myself in your eyes
         You reminded me
                  that my words had penetrated
                  deep into your soft tissue
                  an arrow vibrating in your heart

I stand here today
         in awe that I had been there then
         amazed that you are still there now
         wondering will the arrow still vibrate
                  long after the flesh
                            has dissolved into dust
                                     long after our bones outline a skeleton
                                           that once walked the earth in flesh and blood.

I look at you today
         still knowing I am attached
                  to the place we once walked together
                            a place I was then compelled to leave

But so that you know
         memories remain
                  and deep in the unconscious
                            long after skeletons have disappeared
                                     from museums 
                                             memories live on in generations
                                                       whose archetypes
                                                                 we now wear.