October Blossom

When I saw you at the reunion, across the room, my heart flew!
After 30 years, you looked the same, moved the same.
You even talked the same, standing there, so beautiful in your dress anew.

How strange, for an instant, to have on my very arm
the woman who shares my life and has for 25 years.
Just as beautiful, in same and different ways.
Who keeps my heart warm and keeps away the tears.
It might have been you.

After the reunion, my heart sank.
Sank for all the things I didn't say, wanted to say, tried to say,
To you, about you, about us.

I e-mailed you.
When you promptly responded, my heart flew!  
Maybe there WAS something there.
Perhaps thirty one years ago, just maybe, we really had bonded.

I e-mailed you again, too early emotion spilling out.
When you didn't respond, my heart sank.
"What will she think?" I thought.
"Get lost, you crank."

"A glommer-onner" she'll figure.  "A nudge."
"A sad soul in need, seeking some sort of enabled coexistence.
I don't know him!  I'll keep him superficial.
Keep him exactly where he belongs, safely at a distance."

How could she know my life was already perfect?
Know that I didn't need a thing, totally fulfilled?
But I still wanted her, needed her, as a friend, permanently, in my life,
completely consistent and honest, to my family and my wife.

How could I know there was a Microsoft problem.
You couldn't respond, couldn't answer. There was nothing to construe.
The message you sent had simply not gotten through.
It happens.
When you found an alternate e-mail, my heart flew!

Maybe we WILL stay in contact, WILL stay in each other's lives.
To share stories, pictures, experiences future, past.
To revel in each other's most excellent family.
To live life together again, closely, acceptably apart.
That would satisfy.  Our friendship just may restart.

I hope it happens, pray it occurs.
Hope God allows it.
That we might travel life together, you and I, your family and mine.
I know like most anything else however, it will likely take time.
For that instance when the line between past and future blurs.

Because, you see, we are linked somehow.
We see the same, think the same, hope the same.
Or at least do it in the same way.  Did we learn this in high school?
We both realize this whole thing called "life" is a game.
A cold, cold frame that can and often does - inflame.

So why not go with it, roll with it?  Grow into it.
It's our lot in life, make the best of it.
Let's let our hearts soar! Don't stay on the ground floor!
Climb that mountain! Get out on that dance floor!
I'm game.  You?

Here's to friendship, sweet lady.