You again, and even here
Back-lit against the window pane
It’s as if you bring me
Words of a possible way to be
Of things I could only say with you listening
Things that don’t have sense without you
Like a gleam coming in through
The window, its light reflected off piled snow
Yes, and I’m stunned by
You again, you in this room here with me
Perhaps you’re shrugging,
Shaking your head
At every least thing I’ve said
Or else unfocused on a pattern-less rug
Like the blue bright sky.
You again, and even here
The downtown bar
I worship one shot at a time.
Hearing you in waves
Of Gabrielle’s song
Reminding me of Dylan’s
‘Knocking on heaven’s door’.
You again, pleased to be noticed
By one more stranger,
Sitting in the corner
Attractive smile that hints of a wildness
But she’s not you
Defunct firms, bars, non-places
Impinging on my senses
Deferring hope, just for a moment
Sooner or later, you’ll return
You again, you’re here now
Completing my big hand
Squeezing
Like the grip I felt
When you said “don’t fret, don’t forget…”
You again, though truth is;
You never went away.
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