A colleague afar.
When my breasts started to show,
he sent old pictures
of trying to find herself.
Rest in peace, Arianna.
We lived a quarter of the world apart and there was a significant age difference as well. We seemed to click, though, and had fun each of the several times we met over the years, mostly in conferences where in addition to the scholarly stuff we had a few beers, did sightseeing, and talked about life in general. He was well liked and respected in the academic field we shared, but I suspect I might be the only one alive who knew her name.