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.
