When We Meet

when we meet and we talk
i sit down with you
not as your teacher
but now i listen to the magnitude
of your sorrow
as your student in the realm of
your emotions

i become a child wondering
how you have grown
in the bitterest of the conditions
so full of regret
still feeling the impact of the fall
and yet
you are still so beautiful

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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