i still have a few books to read,
a few works to see,
and a few miles to walk.
there are still things
i have not thought about,
the words i left aside
to be used somewhere else,
and unfulfilled little hopes.
and there you are,
who i have never met,
or noticed at the right time.
and here i am, writing
about all this as if i had
unlimited time.
hidden pilcrow 