A place is
not a place
without you.
A room is
just a space,
with nothing
to define or
recommend it.
A street is
just a path,
and not
a promise.
A step no more
an invitation,
just a means.
We now live
shadow lives:
in the same
places at
different times.
By days
and nights
we slide
across each
other’s tracks,
and blend
our scents
in new and
unfamiliar ways.
And this must
be repeated
to an end,
till no one
knows what
vastness left
a fraction
of the world
back then.