You said
you were never
going back to California, like
a bad Buddhist
with a thousand lives to spare
yet, here I find you,
eating breakfast at Los Bagels
and avoiding the construction
on H Street like a native.

Well, I am never going to write
about burning bridges or
closing doors,
I just want to let you know
that I am yours and
I am so glad to find you
sitting, in the bright,
California
morning sun
eating bagels,
drinking coffee,
and remembering,
that our love is gone.