She is a presence, this lady of honour and humour.
She winks at me and tells me of a prize she offered
To you, who loved me more than anything else.
But you despaired and refused in your naivete,
And tormented yourself with many imaginings
While what we needed was a sacred space.
The world has put wagers on you and me;
But she tells me of a clue in her future tense
And I cackle with laughter over what is lost.