I once knew a man who loved me dearly.
He was older much older than l, with all the idiosyncrasies that come from old age.
He was grouchy, grumpy and at times mean-spirited but he loved me dearly.
I once knew a man who taught me perfection in my craft, patience in rage and how love in its crazy totality feels.
A man who held me and told me that he knew that his was an unrequited love.
Dear Antonio, so much l learnt from you.
I once knew a man who would randomly and without notice tell me he loved me.
A man whose affection l perhaps took for granted.
I once knew him, Antonio and he loved me dearly.
I once knew a man who came to see me a week before his death, Perhaps with a deep of foreboding he told me of his love.
I once knew a man who taught me that love is in essence action.
Nancy Handabile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem