I do not know if we shall meet again
Around you I feel nervous,
You don't ask. you do encourage.
you're thin and frail of body,
strong and firm in spirit.
I somehow like the unease I feel near you
we speak of your dis-ease,
it consumes your body and soul.
so off to portland you go
what will thing become?
why do we so connect?
towards what we are drawn?
shall I see
what other chapters could we have?