Before They Knew You Poem by James McLain

before they knew you
i still came, did i not?
and i knew that as well.
my fear, i still feel in you
when your thoughts
cross mine.
intense we are driven
too blaze and then burn,
falling from heaven
too late for some, always too
early for most.
'dear' your father was yours
in your way, was he in you.
Between us this much we know.
Why do the others see sickness
and pain,
when i come late at night just too visit.
I once was you/you once were me
now i'm both, it's plain to see.
Here in your garden i sleep.