I am not saying I talk about you
to friends every chance I get.
-Oh, I do.
It would be foolish for me to confess that
I think about all of you, every night, before I sleep.
Or that I wake up every morning
hearing your songs in my head.
-I do that too.
I am not even going to whisper I love you.
That would, of course, be rediculous.
-But forever I will.
Please don’t make me say that three,
very young men, hold such a delightfully
vital place in my world.
-Nevertheless you do.