they’re ‘close’, we say, <br />wishing to be fair, kind, just; <br />wishing not to know too much; <br />in case this clouds <br />our mind’s clear day.. <br /> <br />they’ve been together since, oh, since <br />the one she, had a bright career, <br />the other she, just had a ‘job’; <br />and now they’re old; <br /> <br />it would be easy for the mind <br />to label them… the which, the how.. <br />and yet we know <br />(wishing not to know too much) <br />that love flows as it clearly does <br /> <br />and who am I and who are you <br />to say, to think, to guess, <br />that any love is ‘not quite love’; or <br />whose love’s just a second-best… <br /> <br />and as you see them walking slow, <br />Darby and Darby, or Joan and Joan, <br />your heart's heart knows, that as death beckons, <br />how each dreads to die the second.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-and-she/
