'Promises Promises'

We will be on the brink of great things, you and me--I keep hearing you say--
Our coronations will be twenty floors above the ground
With aerials and only aerials as our witnesses
Aerials amid the rain--when it rains
How glorious it will all be!

And then--

There is nothing to erase, you know
There are no faces to be found in the trapped air
Nothing in the glass walls around us
Nothing as old or preserved as our first memory
Hardly anything to wait for, to search for
But again and again we are tracing our fingers across these walls
Lingering on each bubble that we find
As if each one was a prison
Each one, a heart
Reminiscent of our own

And I find myself on the rooftop, alone

After a while I am thinking of all the things in the city
The lights that are held still; the lights that are moving
The limping dog (with a sock over its left paw) that I pass daily
The rain, lightly kissing everything above and below...

As the breeze whispers over my shoulder, I am reminded of you
And I still don't know if you exist, or if I had made you up

But I surrendered to the way that I remembered you
That's all there was

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