I know
I was there
Stranger place
Stranger time
The strange faces
I’ve seen
Estranged
No friend of mine
Not the least bit
Resemblance
Of love to lament
Nor a letter
To send
In my pen’s eloquence
To a worthy of waiting
For reiterating
The myriad ways
I could feel
Recreating
The meeting space
First laid my eyes
Vivified,
Vivid
Given to smitten
With my own demise
Never home
But to show her
A welcome befitting
The one to whom
Rest of my life
Is committing