I can’t even remember your face clearly
any more.
I struggle with memories and years that came
after you.
I wish I could feel the same lightness
of living
as I did when we were young and
in love.
You have been coming so rarely
lately.
Is it because you think I am fine
without you;
or because I am so consumed by myself that I don’t notice
your presence?
I had to stop. You didn’t want me with you in my dreams
any more.
I will try to seduce you again, call, run
after you.
I don’t have anybody around, except my dead,
but, you are the only one listening.