For Betty

The Golden Threads

Our threads barely touched each other

But a connection they still made

Yours near the end, mine near the beginning

I saw you right before the end

Listened to your past

While you listened to my present.

I wish I knew you back then

And saw who you really were

The vitality and joy

The music should have played for you

Brushing off two years of rust

To bring back your old self

That vitality, that joy

Letting you hear the melodies one last time before you went.

Two threads touched

Briefly, just for a moment

But I'm happy they even crossed at all.