Dedicated to Stephanie.

Bookends

I was anonymous on Medium before yesterday.

I had no audience of note.

I was revisited by an old friend.

Nice of her to read something I wrote.

I was open-scripted before yesterday.

Never considered I’d be read.

By someone whose opinion mattered.

There was so much we left unsaid.

Long ago I sent you entries from my journal.

You were then an audience of one.

I was anonymous on Medium before yesterday.

Now we’re back to where it all begun.

(We’re something like bookends.)