who is better, Babe, you or I?
looking at our lives, our accomplishments,
our mutual growth. . .
some of it surface, much of it masks
you had quite the head start,
walk away, turn away,
away
and gone
here but not,
absent yet always present
turbulent waters we have traversed,
as I cause most of the splashing
In our eyes we may one day see
Remnant of that lifetime past
when we slid into the same lane together
when we locked onto that track leading. . . .
enough
I refuse to believe that I have made mistakes
I am what I am
full of love and generosity of spirit
never lost this, never hid
. . .and I wonder why I never pursued acting. . .