I might have felt foolish,
But not with you,
Despite dripping socks,
And early lateness,
The beauty of slightly
Missed marks and places
Discussed from atop a city,
Walled in silence and solitude.
I might have felt foolish,
But not with you,
Exhausted and alive,
Drooped on a floor,
Waking a guest,
Her hand on mine.
I might have felt foolish,
But not with you,
Intent and diplomatic,
Leading and helping,
Placing my honor in a
Stranger's capable eyes.
I might have felt foolish,
But not with you,
Warm in the darkness,
Feeling in the cold,
Mist veiling the world
From a lakeside sojourn.
