when i read these lines,
i see your face,
and the pain deepens for a moment
it’s as though it all comes back to me at once
the nights in the city, when nothing existed beyond your embrace
the moments spent waiting to see you, only to regret how quickly time passed once we had been reunited
the first night, when i took a chance, and shared my poetic memory of how we came to be
the differences between us that never seemed to matter
it was in new york that i fell for you,
and when you departed for california, never to return,
i knew that i had lost something i would never get back
yet, you’re still there in the quiet of night,
in the face of a passerby,
in the moments of reminiscence that never wear away
i see your face,
and feel the pain graciously
grateful that,
if we are destined to never find each other again,
your grace, and the joy you brought me,
will linger between the lines
