You didn’t see it
that’s fine;
I never had a claim on you
The sadness will lose it’s weight
in time,
you get used to it.
But still
in that short while
you imprinted on me.
Your voice,
the way you cast your eyes
will occupy space in the thicket of my being
and your hips, to me
will always invoke
the shape of a guitar,
and a song
playing notes beyond my register
reminding me
that I know very little.
But
talking to you,
I felt afraid of dying
for a moment,
I felt had more to lose.
