Bridget

I knew you before I knew you tonight. I saw you perform, admired your humor, your singing. We sat together, two goyim fresh to sader, united outcasts with common eyes.

I drove you home. You're pretty in a different way tonight; the tomboy put aside for the feminine. We laugh about our night, how like children we were among the Passover mavens. You offered up a high five and said we should see each other again. In so many words of course, and maybe not in the way I suggest. But still...

I got back on to Broadway, through the rain listening to All Things Must Pass. I felt vivid, warmly, and more alert than I had all day.

I thought: "Will I ?".