Would you go back, four years ago,
to scan for her in the lecture hall?
The uniforms swarming past you,
the afternoon sun on the corridors.
Perhaps you were in
one of her photographs, a distracted blur
Or you saw her cap
sweeping the pool for the polo ball.
In those days you dreamed
about your perfect girl,
borrowed lecture time
to play Requiem in the foyer
And maybe she stopped to listen,
noting the stress, the heavy refrain,
not suspecting a future
to meet, to speak, even fall in love.