why the spark?

when we were kids he chased me around the house, down the block, always trying to tickle me. he was just a playmate five years younger than I was. i only saw him as a little boy. who would have thought i would feel electricity around him? then we were older and my eyes were magnetically drawn to his face. why this sudden spark for the little boy i grew up with? my face is a clap-on light when he’s around. he has visited me in my dreams many times both as a little boy and a young man. that spark has managed to follow me from dream to dream. but why?

Author's Note

"Mari-Sweet Poems"
Some sparks take years to form.