I met you somewhere people aught to meet,
As far as misplaced people go at least
It wasnt your smile, it was
How you were compiled
We both read too much

The thing is, joe, as humans
We meet people
Sometimes
We *need* people
Sometimes
And when next we met, as humans
We needed people
Just.. not each other

It's funny how a favor to one
Might as well be a gun
To some, bright like the sun
You're bright, like the sun
But that time,
I needed to run.
You needed someone.

I saw you
much later,
the man I met the first time
But this time
It was your smile
Still so compiled

And joe I just want you to know that's how I'll always remember you. Not all of it.
You werent all for naught
A man of thought
But for a second
You simply forgot.

...

Much love, Joe. I'll miss you. We always really *got* each other.

-ch