Near the block where
I grew up
I don’t know where I’d
Meet you
Across the gym
In your prom dress
With someone
Else
At work knowing
More than I could
Hope to.
I don’t know where
I’d meet you.
Without asking since
Asking brings rebuffs
Though they’re little
As if in a cart
Marked down.
Every one is sweetly
Given, no comment
of reservation,
Then, maybe to
Remember, you play,
The notes
Reminders each of
A moment between
Uncertainties that
Was happy. Now
You are not unhappy
But not like me
Blessed and blissful
In the moments
Remembering how I
Met you.

RLB 1/29/2024