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This poem was an, in two part inspiration. First earlier yesterday I received a strange phone call from someone whom I use to mean so much to. He wrongfully called me and didn't even recognize my voice when I answered. I had to tell him who I am. (this shocked me greatly) He apologized and hung up then called me back a moment later to explain and in that call he said he knows who I am and it was the strangest phone call I think I've ever received. I thought about him and what we once meant to each other and how so very different we both are now. I then log on line and find some of his words and read just how much he has changed, how he has gone back to old habits and how I seem to have unintentionally been wiped from the higher post in his life that I once held. I suppose those feelings I had all day served to prepare me for all this churning up I felt and as this poem came to me, so much of what I'd been feeling made sense. It's grief, pure and simple We both likely never were to each other what we thought we once were. We were what each other needed at the time and we both in our needful hopes labeled it wrong. When he realized this himself, he just gradually backed away. Perhaps I just followed his lead though a little more slowly and gradually let my own feelings fraught as they were with uncertainty guide me into stepping back myself and giving him the space I suspected he wanted and or needed. Looking back now, I don't regret knowing him. I could never deny nor regret either what I felt for him. I would like to believe we taught each other many things in our brief duration about life, living, self and love. This poem is not only for him but also for me, a way to help heal old wounds that lingered for far too long. To quote Whitney Houston, 'I Will Always Love You' ( that very sensitive, true and so very warm part of me)