It would be the graciousness I could admire

with which you move forward

Your unapologetic marching on, not leaving behind, but still, moving toward, pushing beyond, reaching further…

It may be your composure, your wisdom, beyond all ages.

Your willingness to carry many people’s fate, their trust, their belief in you, your utter competence, bottomless diplomatism, abolute fearlessness. Never losing sight, ever. What really counts.


But it is your mind, your sense for inbetween words and glimpses. Our understanding, never put a word to it, our twin like moments. None more worthy than when you, again, feel what I have not to say, had yet to say,

if it wasn’t you.