I sat beside her on a chilly winter morningOn a stone in our backyard
Our hands enveloped around each other
My eyes rested upon hers and hers directed
Towards the vast expanse of land
That outstretched before us
She sat like a small child
Resting her head against my shoulder
I could feel that she needed me
More than anything else in the world perhaps.
I thought she liked me…my being with her..
Her pefume was mild
Unlike her age
Her sorrow was deadening
Unlike her self
I wanted to be her companion
...a part of her
Or to be something to her
...in the least
Trying to be so much more
And yet so much less...
Her loss was comprehensible
My feelings incomprehensible
That day i found
The man in me ...much unlike myself
