i owe you an apology for the thickness and the material of the wall i put up.
i do not apologize for the fact that i put a wall up. it's human nature to want to protect what you hold dear, or what you would die, or become an empty shell, without.

as over that as you think we may be, i still don't think i'd be comfortable being around you. someday, maybe, that all will change, but i can't...not knowing what i know, not knowing that i told so much in confidence to you. it feels weird, it feels awkward.

.........

as to yeats, it rhymes with bates, once and for all. the reason keats and yeats do not rhyme is because keats was english. yeats was irish. both were brilliant. end of story.

-d