To a Stranger

This poem by Walt Whitman is very interesting. At one point it got me thinking it was about someone who betrayed him. But that was from reading the title. Another time I was thinking it was about someone who reminded him about a sibling because of the line "You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me," but there can be relationships with another kid who grew up in the same neighbourhood as you did. Now I think it's about his secret love. It says in his bio in Wikipedia that he was suspected to be a bisexual man, and possibly he could be referring to a man because of the following line: "I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again," because the time he was alive in, the 19th Century, there was a big grudge against homosexualism because it didn't "seem right" and to speak up and say that he liked other men, he would put himself in a place where the rest of the world would look at him and say, "That man is crazy." That's where, "I am not to speak to you" comes in. And the fact that he referrs to the person as "he or she" and not just "she", sheds more light to the idea.