in a dreamed
city we walked
arm in arm through
a crowded market.
your name was on
my tongue and i
turned, but you
were not there.
i walked down
a snowswept street
and heard your
footsteps
behind me.
everywhere i
go i see signs
that you were there
before me. in the
empty shadows i see
the flow of your hair as
you turn your head
away.
one night i stalked
a silent corridor
and a draught of air
bore your scent
to me. i paused,
but it was gone.
