Stargazing

There are very few men, less than a handful, I would have wanted to take to the sod farms (which seem to get smaller every year). Just to see. One of them contacted me the other night. Sent me a poem. I'm not sure why because we were ages ago. It was sweet to have this mutual fondness for our brief togetherness. Stargazing. We held hands writing each other, I think, and then parted ways at dawn as old flames do.