graciela (written 03.22.1995)

Our meeting was the instant of befriending.
A sameness must have functioned as the glue
That kept you close to me, and me to you,
For since our lives are moving and amending,
To talk is now to work at comprehending.
Before, in all, we held a common view,
Now clashing, we defend what we think true,
With aim to mask sad hearts and wills unbending.
All efforts spiral more misunderstanding
And so we both retreat to newer places
With surface tones of friendship and politeness
And deeper truth of sorrow and contriteness
Our gardened hearts we close as empty spaces
Heartstrings tender, growing taught…and reprimanding.