Because you haven't lived, little has interfered, marvelously, or otherwise, you being so passive and confused, with the many things we felt and shared, hedges with a drowsy bee or two in the early evening, barely speaking, the two of us, in the still warm evening, how many evenings we spent with each other outdoors! Languid evenings, when nothing was expected, loving to us an outdoor torture, isolated as we were together, alone in the perfect form of two, society mutely forbidding our days together, wandering among hedges and concrete dead-ends. As two, we forgot the universe is one unique thing--- not many things. It is one unique thing. We hardly communicated. You rolled your eyes when I tried to sing.