I was a stranger,
lost at the station,
green at the elbows and the knees,
absent direction,
absent expectation,
gentle and willing as you please.

The canopy above your bed: once
I came with your permission here, though
without the wherewithal to've said how broad
the gap between premonition and fear.

Your better judgment, your
your reservations.
The reasons you put me on the shelf;
I have no use for
your recriminations.
I can recriminate myself.

Please, look my way again before we're old.
Make me the beneficiary of your doubt.