Whether I had been waiting for him,
or he for me, I could no longer remember.
Or maybe he was a she, and I was a you,
gender and pronouns being so malleable
and always in flux.
Whoever, or whatever it was
on the other side of the door,
I, you, he, she, studied
the fugitive slant of light
spearing the floor,
and a memory knifed through,
just before . . . .
A. The door opened and _____________
B. The door stayed closed and the shadow _______________
C. The light grew brighter and brighter until _______________
D. _________________ awoke one morning to find that ______________________.