The evidence: a thickened chest and a dim grin, which triumph over my strong insouciance After twenty two plus hope, though yet ungrasped, the chasm between our scopes has not narrowed! I glided past you, above the whim of time, you did not notice 'We merely coexisted almost met but always messed it, spinning around like two sides of a coin' My resistance, for once as a raised voice, importunes the years! I am inclined to remain unknown, no nearer, lest I upset fate It is better; one thing to do that I have never done: send you a poem (How Do I Love Thee?) You are you; I am I What is meant to be will always find its way Espy!