The evidence:
a thickened chest & 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!