Five Years Later

Five years later—and I’m still writing words
about you and the doorway in the dark/ness

Five years later—and I still (think) I see you
with your back to me on the streets, in the subways

Five years later—and I still hear your name
(sometimes) during moments I am not thinking about you

Five years later—and I still wonder and wonder
about whether you (or I) have changed enough

Five years later—and I no longer cry about you
because the shame has since given way to curiosity

Will you ever leave me?


Written: 10/17/09