Poetry - 3. Who do we really know?

Knowing you from the beginning, our beginning

Your thumping heartbeat, your sweet one sided smile, and slow raspy breathing in the night

Less and less can I always have the answers, as you travel a path I can’t follow

Is this the way it must be?

I know. I try to understand.

But oh, those sporadic moments when I feel I might still know you completely.

They surface suddenly

whales rising from the deep

those bursting bubbles filling me with their effervescence.

But they come infrequently

and offer me

only a weak replacement for the omniscience of years past.

I feel a loss.
In uncounted thousands of days
when you are engulfed in manhood
will I know you at all?