Isabel,
hey, Isabel,
I am Jeff.
Been that way
for the longest time,
but now,
of a sudden,
I am Isabel’s Jeff.
Not brand new, at all,
but remade, somehow,
by your becoming,
in a similar,
but less suddenly sudden
appearance in the doorway
of a future that I
will never see,
but into which I will be carried,
in my bits and in my pieces,
in the swirling current
that is you flowing forward.
Think now of all the other
everybodys and everythings
lifted and carried
in the flood of you,
in the cresting wave of you,
in the torrent of you,
cutting a new channel.
I am Isabel’s Jeff
and you, Isabel,
will carry on without me,
neatly deposited in your wake,
my good-bye smile at you flowing forward,
the last and best of me.
You are Isabel
and I am Isabel’s Jeff,
a man of your invention,
who knew you,
and loved you.
