She said she had something to tell me.
She looked very serious, a bit grim.
We had been good friends, quite a while, a couple of years.
We were from different cultures,
She American, me English.
And sometimes we clashed on things.
We were able to speak our minds,
Feminists in our own way.
Attending meetings, reading books,
A bit of writng . . .
Plenty of study, discussion.
But now she had something to tell me.
Was she fed up with me ?
We did clash about that dog and that book.
She called the book racist, I did not.
Had she had enough of my stuffy English ways ?
Though I tried, really I did,
We didn't see eye to eye on everything but many things.
I valued her friendship highly,
Learned a lot,
But now she had something to tell me . . . .
She said, it's not easy for me.
I'm in love with you, I love you.
I'm a lesbian and I love you !
I said, I thought you had had enough of me ?
No, I want more of you, she said.
She reached for me, I stepped back.
I said, I couldn't, I wouldn't . . . .
I felt awful.
She was wonderful but . . . .
She had misunderstood.
We both looked away
A tear or two,
Still carried on our friendship,
A year or two
And neither of us ever mentioned it again.