I met you in the shadows smitten by a lust which I construed as caring, or at least a basic trust. But in the dark, a rainbow appeared: all differences, like bands, bent, tightly bound by human magic—glorious.
And in the light, the meadow you took me to, to lay in flowers, grass and you, made equal magic of the day. Then I went through a window as complications grew from being with, well, darling, it could only have been you. And now we meet as shadows. Once more, I almost live. Now tell me: when did you find out that you were Positive?