Just once, and then went away
Many autumns passed before I saw him next - was it eleven? Twelve?
Summoned from his somewhat normal life, intrigued, by a hopeful hand-penned note
from a woman he'd briefly known
A woman wishing to appease the queries of a confused little girl
He dropped acid before opening it
And wading gingerly into the unknown
C.C. is a woman often awake well past three for reasons less than poetic.