I met sadness

Today, not

Surprised to find

Her dressed in all


She told me

Things about

Myself. She thinks

I am lovely; nothing

Vulnerable about me.

She said she

Could be so lucky

To enrapture someone

Like me. I wonder

If she remembers

All the times we cried together in the dark.

Or, running and hiding, praying to a God

We didn’t believe

Tomorrow would be better

It seems, she

Hardly recognized

Me at all.

Departing, we did not


Her old familiarity

Intimately re-

Covering me.


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