IF STREETS REMEMBER

If streets remember

When we pass this way

or that,

Do the streets remember?

If we walk the same stretch

your long strides outpacing mine,

Will cold grey slabs hold an imprint?

Will that gust of breeze take just a little of you

or me

And hold it there like a treasure

-waiting?

Will that tree remember my gaze

and take a photograph of blue eyes

So that when you pass

It can dance its leaves into a remembering?

If I stand in the place where we kissed and loved,

Will the reedy borders drink in my tears

and keep them for you to inhale

The next time you pass?

It’s still the same moon,

The same world.

The same waters.

I hope they remember us greedily.