To You,
an open letter because
I cannot contact you, though I know
You have moved. On to better things?
I know you are not where
we were
Were we knew each other
When we talked of deeper things
And watched the moonlight setting on the river
When you
flew
through the air, setting
the world on fire
when you taught me how
to slow down,
to speed up
to feel the rhythm of another
by looking deep into their eyes
anticipating the next move
I did not see it coming
If only
you
were real
I remember
what you promised,
presented
pretended to be.
I remember you and sometimes
I miss you.
Setting the world on fire
and believing in me.
You did.
Believe.
I can't.
Remember how we were.
Once upon a time
By the river
In Congo.
