Hearing Again, After a Lapse of Years
again, after a lapse of years,
name spoken aloud among old friends,
think of seventeen, the salt of tears
the long silence after sorrow ends.
you've grown to joy or gone to seed,
age taming your long Viking bones,
dreaming dreams or settling for mere deed,
to one life, or none—are all unknown.
wild turn taken, or a fair road missed:
shall I think of you, after so long?
promised all we were, but never kissed,
now it hardly matters, right or wrong.
once you said, "Whatever else we do,
will remember this." And that was true.
Rhina P. Espaillat
Rhina P. Espaillat; originally published in Orphic
reprinted by permission of the author.