I remember
We were walking as sisters do
Speaking in gentle tones, letting the end of that summer day caress our bare shoulders
Crossing the street a block from my house
and I told you, with a timid smile on my face, about him.
(Somehow, I'd never directly addressed it before, though I knew that I could tell you anything.)
Your instant reaction was of the sort that is your version of uncontainable excitement and joy
and you told me that the last time you had seen him, the way he had talked of me had impressed upon you
That this man is so deeply and truly in love with this woman, and I don't know if she knows... but it is about to the point where I feel like I need to at least make her aware.
With admiration, with respect, always; but sentiments had peaked at your last meeting.
Everything had changed. Everything had to change. Sometimes the people around us, who love us, see what we do not.
But this time, I could see it too.