jgd@ih1ap.UUCP (pp) (01/30/84)
He
He came unwanted, unexpectedly.
I had no use for him, no needs.
For him there were no thoughts,
no ideas, no dreams, still,
I dream.
I saw him again.
He wanted me, I could see.
I've no use for him.
What had he for me?
A denial.
It's too late now.
Again we meet.
His eyes don't lie.
It is up to me.
An admission.
This time we touched.
We knew it was right.
What I had seen in his eyes,
was a reflection of mine.
Happyness.
JGDonovan