Hope (or meeting random acquaintances)

You, whose name I forgot, even though we met every now & then, when for a few moments our paths crossed before curving out into a distant tangent.

I was ecstatic to see you and to learn about the new mountains you’ve climbed, I hope that you’ve learned to mime and made out beside the Seine with the love of your life on whom you won’t use Bukowski’s knife.

I was glad to hear that you’ve gotten over your fears and have stopped shedding tears (for the moment at least). That you’ve started to enjoy this feast as the creases on your face increase.

They were lovely, the stories of all your triumphant glories and the love that is in your family. How gracefully you’ve handled your failures and how beautifully you’ve cured the ailing of your gentle heart.

But most of all, it was heart warming to see how your eyes lit up when they met mine and to feel the fuzziness of your hug As you bid me adieu with an offer to dine.

I feel your love for me.