I met him fifty years ago.
Let’s call him X.
X was walking down the road searching for Susie.
Susie lived with me in the Red House commune.
We were sitting on the front steps tripping.
And noticed X at the same time.
X had long hair & a beard, pack on his back & buffalo hide sandals.
He was tall & looked like a movie star.
X got close & spied Susie.
He said I’ve come all this way across the country.
Because I love you.
Susie said I’m sorry, it’s too late.
I am with someone else.
The someone else was my husband.
I said let’s go inside & have dinner.
I said that because I desired X.
And was afraid Susie might change her mind.
But she didn’t.
My boyfriend didn’t like X.
My husband didn’t like X.
I broke up with my boyfriend.
After a while X & I moved out of the commune.
Susie & my husband left soon after.
My boyfriend married a stained glass artist from Waterbury.
Everyone else from the Red House found new places to be.
I am still with X.
Fifty years is a good long time.