I thought I knew you, as a lover and a friend:
Your boldness and your complex fears,
Your mix of promiscuity and love;
Your voice, your openness, your tolerance –
or your fixed and negative opinions
Your passions and your absences,
Your strength and physicality and grace;
Your focus on correctness –
even with a word or few too many
Your kindness and your plain speaking,
Your generous extravagance, sometimes;
Your vital bonding with your son –
although not so much your daughter
Until today I learned, the world
is just a mirror for your eyes