forces at work

you swept through my life 

a monsoon storm 

clearing the air, 

quenching a thirst 

a fresh breath of air 

in a stagnate room 

brushing up against my spirit 

but removing a part of my soul

maybe it was predestined 

could be kismet 

or a greater force at work, 

doesn't really matter 

 what does matter 

is that you are here, 

for however long 

for whatever reason 

you are here

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.