Vincent

When I first met Vincent
I looked into his hurting eyes,
There was too much pain to even cry.

We were separated by a hundred years
Yet I felt his spirit,
Felt his fears.
My eyes were open to the beauty of his mind.
He was out of step with life,
Out of step with his times.

I came to believe,
I came to know
The path he took was the only path he could go.

Copyright 2025 Thomas Dean

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