You Didn't Ask

by Brian Jones

Added 6 July 2000

You were searching for sustenance
and didn't know where to turn.
You didn't ask, but I gave,
and you seemed grateful.

What I gave you was small
and won't be remembered
in years or even weeks to come
but it was a piece of me
that I may one day think of
but will never miss.
I can sense that it is in good hands.

One day, perhaps, we will pass
somewhere and sense that
we've been there before.

We still won't realize
that I am a little bit you,
and you are a little bit me.

Take care 'til then.

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