although it's been many many years
since our love faded
and we went on to live our lives apart
I still think about you sometimes
when I see a museum
or an art show
or go to the ballet
you were always a lovely dancer
dark in your beauty
and in your love
and I wonder what life would have been like
had we not broken our affections
had I not burned all my journals
containing the all the poetry with your name in them
a few slipped through and were published
but they should have died with my past as well
now looking over an ocean of time
I wonder how the girl you were fared
as you became a woman
and found love again
and became the center
of someone's universe
I look back at you
with stoic indifference
like the love that burned
was a sun exploding on television
I can't say that I miss you
or the pain of our breaking
which seemed unbearable at the time