Meeting Michael again

You were always my archangel, Michael. To have kissed you was to have breathed the essence of god. To have loved you, to have bared my passions to the elements for the scorn of eternity. My soul mate. My lover. My friend. You were never any of these. You simply were my love.

I picked up Eklypse and Chris today. We had sushi, then they helped me move the last of my things from my old house. They accompanied me to the coffee shop, then to the peircing parlor John runs, (John who bought my old house.)  I retured the last of the garage keys to him, and he pierced my nipple. I dropped the boys off, and then the dolly I had rented from u-haul to move the stove. A friend had suggested I drink lots of green tea, stop eating beef, excercise. John had suggested seasalt to bath the new piercing. I could have gone a dozen places for these things, but was drawn to the new Natures. I saw Micahel in the magazine aisle, holding his newborn daughter.

"Michael...do you remember me?" "John" was how he knew me then. We talked , of years gone by, of childish things, of life, of renewable energy resources. Of children, and love. We traded phone numbers. I've missed him so much.

So many times I've felt his presence here...a heaviness in my soul, a lightness in my heart, a twinge, my deeper psychic self knowing. To think we've lived within a few miles of one another these last seven years. I've loved him so much. My friend has returned to my life, and I cannot express my joy.