We met as old friends.
He’d once proposed,
although the possibilities
were deeply difficult.
And such were those years lost –
when I said I love you. But we knew
it as gratitude now. I remember it
was the most singular evasion
of my precocious youth. We both
felt this difficult indeed, the meeting
of two kind hearts. Once.
Found and remixed from Bleak House
and my 1991 Winter Journal