APRIL'S FOOL

Well, I was wrong.

I thought we could get past this

I thought � hoped, I suppose � that you and I

could become something greater than sum of our parts.

Something large

multiplicative.

I thought we would grow

in ways we'd be afraid to discuss now

and afraid to avoid later.

But fear, apparently, was a greater factor

for both us

than either imagined

� or was it just me?

Either way, it's because clear

that all I thought, hoped, prayed, begged and yielded for

has come to naught

and I,

I am a fool, April

because I hope I may see you again.