i dreamt of you last night.
how many stars in the universe, and
what the chance that we would cross
just once?
i wonder
if your body still knows my scent;
if riding in a subway car you remember
my kiss.
Time and space are fragile,
but you know that.
i ask myself if you ever feel them
lift,
as i do,
if you pause for a moment,
reaching hesitantly,
footsteps mired in the
sticky balm
of memory
08.19.06
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