I met a man today who once was in love
with the one and now he’s not
with the one anymore but maybe
still in love
in love, who knows,
with love itself?
Loss takes a long time to vanish, he said
while our train was rushing under the ground.
We kissed, and amazed, I thought how easy it was
to kiss a stranger on the train, how true it felt
we both must have rushed through worlds unseen,
bygone worlds sometimes conjured up in exile
where parts of us lie buried deep, so deep
they may never be recovered. . .
Well, at least I know I was —
going back to 2046 while
moving past it . . .
because after all
I’m still in love