i hear you're skinny now,
with hair,
long -
hanging over your face
like when i first met you, the only hair
that i ever liked.

how can you feel a gush of familiarity for a face you haven't seen, that
you probably won't ever see again.

you are everywhere today -
in the film at the cinema,
a cannonball on the sidebar of the internet,
in the speech of another stranger walking next to me.

at night i was feverish and i dreamt of following you and the traces
of you -
of finally gathering up my courage to listen to our song but
i could never catch you you always left and when i arrived
you were never there.