When my soul was in the lost-and-found
You came along to claim it. – Carole King
I stood next to him.
While he was changing his socks,
while I chatted with John Tracey.
I stood next to him.
An intense ferociousness
I hadn’t seen before.
And I thought,
if he’s that way
changing his socks,
maybe fourteen years later
we should hook up.
Now we are old
and together.
I hug him.
He hugs me back.
Ferocious.