Apassionate Postscript

When I saw your letter, I was excited,
Because the day before we saw each other,
And we had met eyes for the first time.
I responded, and we talked,
But not for long enough.

I saw what you wrote,
And I hope maybe you’ll understand me,
Because as my dream once said,
“I’m trying to understand you, but I just don’t yet.”
And as my nightmare said,
“I’ll never understand you.”
Maybe we can talk again, and you’ll help me.