Jack Scott writes

Her

I was thinking about her, 
how, if she were older 
(not I, younger), 
how if we met then 
we would stay met, 
more, rather than less, likely.

She is the fitting other half of me. 
She doesn’t know it 
and by the time she does 
I will not be here.

I think, 
looking on the half that is her, 
making the most of the half 
that is me 
is the best I can do.

I almost beg: be thirty now! 
But no, be now, 
now. 
Be thirty later 
whoever you will be.
 
 Cubist Man/Woman with Ladder -- Ari Roussimoff