i know. i know.

it's not a big deal. nothing
MONUMENTAL.
it's easy as kindergarten. two
friends meeting.

but we two, we too
are different. and honestly,
i'm not sure which we
it will be.

the we from before
fear, the we from my memory.
Or. the present we, estranged
and fretful, seeing deeply without acknowledging.

how does that ring in
your tuned ears, dear?
do your eyes see?
and your mind know?

frightened as a beggar in a
king's court, that's i.
mere children, we are playing,
pretending all's well.

And you may be well
enough for you. but i, i
have almost come to let go
of you. for always.

because i do not think i
can cope if...
if this my fear be true
and this you IS you.

let's get this over with.
shall we say coffee, on tuesday?
fine. see you then.
(i pray.)