He wandered in from the past like a daydream.
The words in his email hung in my reality like a cartoon balloon.
I had spent months trying to track him down,
hunting him like he was an endangered species,
trying to bring him back into the safety of our tribe.
But he was in the wind.
He left no scent of his trail and he had found refuge in his own world.
After leaving the chase behind,
we became the hunted and he, in turn, became the hunter.
There is a muted sound that is made
when two worlds collide.
It is the sound of making right what was wrong,
of discovering things you hadn’t realized were lost,
of filling a space you had forgotten was empty.
And even after all the time that has elapsed,
some days it feels like he never even left.
He is that consummate friend you know will always be there,
even if it is twenty-five years later.
He is the man who any mother would be proud of,
(and other mothers would have a crush on).
He is a man I am honored to call my friend.
It is not often you can find another heart on a sleeve
that recognizes that placement as a strength and not a weakness.
He is a kindred spirit, a confidant,
and he is a friend I will not let disappear again.