It was great to see her. She kindled the breath of fire. The hot sticky kind that some sight as repulsive and to others it is simply life giving. She was always a giver. Sometimes the gifts I got were not well received. With the passing of time comes understanding, with the absence of heated emotion and unusual scary feelings come the clearing. And it is clear. So damn clear that one could shed a tear on it. But I wont. Not that I'm above it but rather that the time for that has gone. Ain't nothing like that freedom though. Ain't nothing like it. Ha, ha. It makes me smile just thinking about her. With her thumb out, looking so old yet so fine at the same time. She was so strong that I was afraid to approach her. But she was magnetic. Drew you in like a black hole swallowing you whole and leaving no trace of what or who you were. Behind. Is where I may always be because she follows no one. But I can't tag along. I got mine to live yet if our paths cross again I'll take the time, this time, to listen and that will make all the difference. Sweet flower of youth. Wilted petals will never look so good.