Stranger

I sat with your sorrow, I know
when a heart is loud,
and that a glance
can steal
no words, only
puzzles of how a
body moves
when it
broke its link

And a gait
can tell the story
of what you had
for breakfast
maybe salty lips
eyes shut, wishing
for the sea
in your hometown
I know you
when you are sorrowful

I look away from
you
but stare
inwardly
back to
a nightmare call
a shudder
back to
a bittersweet ride
in the cool sedan
through that dark stretch
that led you home
every night
I’d make sure you
get home
despite the rain
then I’d know
you are lying in bed
having slight thoughts of
me

And if you think
for a second I had
thought less of you
I dove
into a woman’s body
looking for a scent
her sweat is
perfumed
her kisses expert
surgically precise
the body rushes
my mind runs far away
remembering a
name

You chat me up
on light subjects
this and that
I haven’t
quite
forgotten but
you are
standing there
talking like a
stranger