“First meeting, so long in the making. We stand apart in light rain, unable to move. I go to her. Standing before her I smile. She looks into my eyes and begins to cry. Laughing softly, I whisper, I told you baby, never look into my eyes. I hold out my hand, she reaches for it trembling. As our hands come together, there is in us both, a great exhale of pain, fear, loneliness. I take her in my arms, and together we stand in the rain, crying, smiling, free.”
