i read that astronauts
can tell from outer
space which cities are
newly built because
electricians are making
streetlights out of
sodium vapor now as
opposed to mercury,
so now road outlines
glow orange

and newer cities tend
to be more geometrically
planned, all straight
edges and such, while
older cities are made up
of frantic curves and
corners

and i wonder if i look
to you like i have been
worn and used, am i
frenzied and dull, or
am i new?  maybe my
jagged lines have
been sanded and smoothed

maybe
i still
glow

i find myself
inching
nearer to
you,

with every
day, hour,
minute
i am almost
there but
never
close
enough

i am scared to find the
person i'll have to become
when you're not around
any
more

(so
much
of
me
is
you)

some days,
i let myself
love you a
little too
much

i want to walk
the same shores
odysseus did,

i want to be
important like
him, i want to

be important like,
i want to be

important

i'm not sure if it
is selfish to say,
or if i deserve to
say this after
all this time, but

i love you,
i love you

i'm not sure if we
are victims of
circumstance
or blessed by
coincidence