The city is a vast geography of
where we made out or streets
we drove in silence.
Now, summer is here.
Now the equinox halts its blue rages,
turns as placid as unread pages.
All the pellucid cities of Asia, you and me.
Oh sweet, please don’t leave.
I think about you drifting slowly
into a different dimension and somewhere,
I miss you in the hereafters
that never happened.
Every time I say I’m not in love with you, I am.