Where someone’s left baggage no feet on the ground.
Who would have guessed the places we would go
In four months places I can never again see
Without thinking of her smiling face sitting with me
Riding bikes round sun-moon lake and up a river
On railroad bridges over roaring torrents of plum rain
My eyes adoring her all the way
Her youthful poise and funny poses
Temperatures rising when we leave
Through tunnels of stalactites dripping down
Settling like glistening permafrost ice
We shared green velvet on a knoll behind the station
Had brunches in many bistros during our vocation
The looks we exchanged up close with glee
Bringing such sorrow to me now
Never did I touch her contagious love
In language our exchanges could not understand
With feelings our hearts could never surpass,
Trailblazing roads that ended off maps too fast
After she was spooked by the darkness
Falling into familiar ruts that run her life down
I return to this spot to see an old woman
Alone with her nail clipper and crippled toes
To the space I had started anew
Like we never really happened
To the rock of ages she threw
The pebbles of a dream that could not come true
June 15, 2020
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