So I guess you and I will die apart, then.

And would it make a difference if it
Were Not So?

From the train
I saw the moving buildings in the fog

They did not know.

I watched a man who had not looked at me
For all the time we spent together
Pick up a pen and write.
He showed a care for words
But not for me.
He was not for me

He did not know.


The lives we touched and made from passing blurs
- A friend defined and sharp in vouching care -
As hands can hold caress and make a face
To trust in eye to eye in day to day
For all the tumbling times to be.

That made a difference

We will know.