mon ami Emese...

So we met while running for an early train that was whistling to leave.
She lives in a faraway land (city), she writes often, has a boyfriend
and a beautiful sense of knowing what I'm feeling. I'm not jealous of him
nor filled with the multitudes of envious incompletion...
because... she is listening, she waits for someone who is lost,
she says, "I am the marigolds' stem, inhabit me".