His facial hair nearly hid his handsome
Face.
But I was delighted that after so many
Years the young man approached me as
We walked out of Walmart.
"I remember you from preschool," he said.
He was a student in the classroom next to
Mine.
We got reacquainted.
Over the years he's lived in Hawaii,
New Mexico and other states I can't
Remember.
The athletic fellow has been a skiing
Instructor, a worker at a horse farm, and
He's back in town trying to get a business off
The ground.
He's single after ending a long time relationship.
I searched the man's face trying to sense his
Emotional well being.
I smelled alcohol on his breath.
"I write poetry," I told him.
"So do I," he said.
I loaded him down with tracts, and when I
Added a bracelet, too, it jogged his memory.
"I remember these from preschool. I probably
Made some of them."
Did he still believe?
I wish now that I had asked, but I do
Recall that his mother was a devoted
Follower of Jesus.
I don't know the purpose of our meeting.
I can only wonder.
But for some reason the boy from my past
Took notice of me today.