I visualize you
who I will never know,
Constant Stranger
I call you, I imagine
you when I write
and to think, you
will never know me
like the few who
I am close to, those
who say: I don't
understand what you
are talking about,
but I know what you
mean...you know
there is no other poet
on earth like me
and I know there is
no other poem in the uni-
verse just like you
and every two folks
have there own way
of loving, the poet
and the poem know
what they like, like
the kind that takes us
into different and strange
countries until we realize
at midnight, we are alone,
you and I, Constant Stranger,
anonymous mates whose love
can never be consummated.

You sit on top of the empty fireplace,
an old smile lighting up your face.
I remember the day we took that picture,
We were at the beach as the sun was shining – smiling together and at each other.
You sit on top of the window seat,
Reading a book and putting up your feet.
I remember how we fought over who got to sit,
And then the attempts to see if we would both fit!
You are in the kitchen cooking up a mess,
Getting confused between mint and cress.
I remember eating your concoctions,
Hiding my disgust and trying not to laugh – then again, what were my options?
You stand in front of the mirror,
Smoothing your hair for the hundredth time – you never tire.
I remember how your hair fell across your face in the wind,
And as I smoothed it away from your face, our eyes each other would find.
I see you standing, sitting and laughing everywhere,
I blink my eyes and I see you nowhere.
That’s when I worry if you really existed, I remember everything – but with a fear,
Have you forgotten this “unbreakable” pair?