Seeing you was both objective and subjective
For sure there you were
But who and what you were in that moment
Was determined and defined
By the meaning that I gave you
Friend?
Tormentor?
Reason for hope?
Harbinger of disillusionment?
Lover?
Possibility?
So very much that dwells with me
Defines who you are
Who I perceive
Who I receive
And how I will act
So much that lays within
Will change daily in the turmoil of life
So I may receive you in peace
Or meet you in anguish
Now I realise it is I who have changed
Not you
(Well maybe?)
But I will take stock of who I am
In this single unique moment
Which emotions I have given permission too
And which I have denied
I alone can determine how I see
This I need to remind myself
Over and over
That I may find a level field