I embraced you In the hallway -How have you been? -I didn’t even recognize you! -You look great. -What’s new? We were both on our way somewhere else, Headed in different directions, Promising to catch up soon. I didn't get to tell you: I've made a place in my heart for your sadness. I make it a cup of hot tea every day, and serve it while whispering--hope. I love you so much.
Writing Me Home 
I want to be that kind of friend and have that kind of friend. Thanks for such meaningful words.
Oh…this leaves me with so many questions but I am thinking the best answer in is this last line. In the end this is what means the most to us.
The imagery of sorrow and hope resonates in this short poem.
Sparse, genuine, direct, powerful. Oh, you are gooood. I loved this.
I love how you’ve captured the emotions behind your short-lived reunion. So often I get caught up in everyday life, that I don’t stop to think about moments like these. Thanks for the reminder!
Wow. Beautiful.