Last night I saw you
sitting sweetly attractive
and I thought of you
as a man

Myself walking,
I saw you again, 
presented to me different
a tall, darkly undercover
thing standing

bented knees and shaken hands
whispering I remembered
the hair, the walking,
the talk that you weren't
but that you stood.

I cannot blame you
     nor even hate him
For what hell has come
because once upon a time,
he two was a sweetly sitting,
tall, attractive man.