How strange is it,
that you are long gone from my life,
but I still feel your touch?

I keep thinking I've shaken free,
only for something
small
to remind me of you.

I'll smile,
fond and sad,
over a friendship that lifted me high
and a romance
that left deep grooves
in heart and mind.

Five years after you told me to-
almost six-
and I've finally come back
to that old language site you shared.

I hated it then,
when trying to learn Russian
(and I still am),
so I used it to review French
for maybe one year-

and now it's the one site I know of
where for free
I'm getting Hindi lessons
after learning more Gaelic from a different site
than you ever taught me.

Tá súil agam go léir do dónna arán,
you bastard.