Old Friends

Blonde for them with sunlight
Brunette beneath awaiting closure
Exchange internecine smiles
Shrink from lese-mageste exposure

My mind, lost in hair, fraught with rare
Thoughts of our past where you cried
Touching my lips with fingertips
For comfort before your soul died.

I awaited your return. Did you know?
I carried great concern. Then I forgot
Those tears and lips and hair with blonde.
I became you, or your memory brought
from my past.

Aug. 18, 2000