We sat in the fake city lights of the city <br />talking and looking back <br />at our lives spent a part. <br />Reflecting is what he called it, <br />like the light reflecting from <br />the moisture of our breath in the cool <br />midnight air. <br />And our lives were put out there in our breath. <br />His intrigued me, <br />so much life was in his breath, <br />so much wisdom and knowlege. <br />This was a life that I wanted to know. <br />I talked with him more <br />in hopes that I would catch a breath <br />of his life. <br />And then I knew I found a friend.<br /><br />Katherine Rhodes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fall-breath-unrhymed/
