Twenty eight years ago when we were young that’s a long time to stretch out yesterday the steps we took then seemed to lead the way where nothing fails. Then every hope was hung on next days meeting, then we were among the stars, our special stars that seemed to say they knew us well. We could not go astray. They held us to the road where we belonged. And yet in all those years we’ve met only twice you went your way and I was gone on mine. Both out of sight and out of mind, learning to put aside and so forget the things that could not be and were not met. I am gentler now and you are blind.