^{(To F. S.)}

I loved my friend. 
He went away from me. 
There’s nothing more to say. 
The poem ends, 
Soft as it began,—
I loved my friend. 

Her eyes were hard
And his bitter
As they sat and watched
The fire fade
From the ashes of their love. 
Then they turned
And saw the naked autumn wind 
Shake the bare autumn trees, 
And each one thought
As the cold came in—
........‘‘It might have been”........

^{for Elizabeth}

On a day when rain surprised me,
pain did too.
You kept rising in our conversation,
and we welcomed you.

I could feel your breathing,
in my breath.
In my consciousness of living,
your death.

Two of us who loved you
spoke your name
and you came.
Surprising rain.