I passed you on the street - 2

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Rumi

You called my name,

And there you stood
On Lilac street,

As though my thoughts

Had conjured you

Out of the evening air.
           

And in that moment
I recalled
The way you used to walk
Toward me...

   
    Like a bright guitar

            Strumming steps

            In two four time,

            A cello's voice

            Softly dancing
            Partnered with the moon,

            Or sultry as a saxophone,

            All honey-coloured tones

            Leaning in to

            Breathe

            Love

            In my ear

And standing there,
On Lilac street
I know I had a smile,
           Not smile
I know I sounded cool,
           Not cool
I know my eyes kept fleeing
From your face,
I know I wished
To just be real...

...I know I didn’t have
The words.

I know I came so very close
To breaking into
Brittle shards of glass.

And in that moment,
I recall
The way you walked
Away...

You did not turn
Upon your leaving,

I know because
It's what I did,
And how I saw
Your hand
Reaching
To your cheek,
Your head
Bowed,
Your shoulders
Stooped,

From all
The weight.