Encumber or Smother (6/36)
Vonnets in an Airport Lounge
That young woman said with hope in her eye,
“If you truly love someone, set him free.
If he fades away did anything die?
Yet if he comes back … Was it meant to be?”
Freshmen … freedom … encumber or smother?
We didn’t “date” those early college years.
Holidays, weekends, we saw each other.
I never reflected. Did she shed tears?
Two years later I Eurailed the summer.
Posted a dozen hand-written letters.
Perhaps within: an ember, a murmur?
Again we dated! But were “we” better?
My obliviousness didn’t soften.
Still saw each other. Not much more often.
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