TO SEE AN OLD FRIEND
Nothing new under the sun. Just about a hundred months, day, weeks, years since. An old friend. We were close and liked being around. What happened, who cares? It happened and now this is what is next. Similar likes and similar dislikes. We left and never returned. Too far it seemed. Too far with not enough to attach with. It seemed a perfect fit but not to be. A hundred years later.
Here we are. Still following the strings of violins. Romantics not surrendering to age or distance. The drive along the Merritt Parkway in Connecticut nearly nine years ago in October with the autumn leaves so glorious but attenuated, with J. S. Bach Concerto for two violins in D minor, 2nd movement providing the unspoken lines we needed to survive. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fo0K_n3VLG4
There were so many chances to recoup but we missed the cues. How human of us. We forgot time and it returned the favor. How I missed Lou. She, the teacher and the connection to feelings and living aloud. Reading and writing. She the tender companion in other places that were not ours. She and I keeping each other safe and loved, unable to maintain the connection. Very selfishly protecting our own lives and ways of being. No blame and no mistakes were made. We were simply living. Here we are.
What is next? Who cares? We are going to be together for a few days and those days will be filled with caring and love if I’m any kind of soothsayer. We will look at each other and wonder where the time went. I suspect we will rejoice in the opportunities presented to us. We bring so much beauty to the other.
We’ll see.
Gentle George
3 March 2020
Playing Fair and Being Kind 