The evening sky is gold and vast.<br />I’m soothed by April’s cool caress.<br />You’re late. Too many years have passed, -<br />I’m glad to see you, nonetheless.<br /><br />Come closer, sit here by my side,<br />Be gentle with me, treat me kind:<br />This old blue notebook – look inside –<br />I wrote these poems as a child.<br /><br />Forgive me that I felt forsaken,<br />That grief and angst was all I knew.<br />Forgive me that I kept mistaking<br />Too many other men for you.