A question was asked.

Pondering the answer.

He tilted his head.

A slight smile played

Around his lips.

The way he stood in

The manner so his alone,

Triggered a memory;

And I saw another

Figure overlapping his.

I looked at them and

Knew, two different bodies

The same soul held.

The Present gone and

The Past I felt; the

Ground beneath me and

The blades of grass

Between my fingers twined.

As I looked up at him,

Again in the chair

I sat. I knew,

I loved him then as

I love him now.

And, when love survives,

Death is but a Door.