MISCALCULATION

There was that day she and I
walked in the woods on Mt. Tabor
and came to the place where
the path divided. She or I
(I forget who) began to chant
the Frost lines and the other
joined in which led to
lively, funny debate on
whether he was being serious
or just playful about
that-has-made-all-the-difference.

It was at that moment, I think,
I believed we would always
be together, taking walks
and laughing, or maybe it was
the day we went swimming.

That kind of thing happens
when you are young.