I still think of you, you know
when the snows of a thousand winters frozen by melts softly into springs many springs pass now many times the trees have leafed out and reached out
and I am taken by breezes and sunbeams into years ago when
when you were that shy and thoughtful boy I talked for hours with on any conceivable subject in that Burger King in Florida
and sometimes we even laughed.
I took you at face value
I knew nothing of masks then. There was just you and your sweetness and quietness I liked and sought
there was nothing in me warning me to question you no red flags unfurled and years flipped by at the speed of a paper calendar hurricane with the power to make us age and experience and learn about the power of futility
How differently things turned out than I thought they would–
the boy with the shy smile and
how he seemed to like me and I him and we were friends we talked nonstop on telephones with cords spanning years and years before
became complicated and arduous and we had to be adults in a world in which we never grew up in
we don’t know how.
and I smile a little