THE MEMORY OF ME

I ran into
the memory of me.

I was naked
not even wearing a body

& somehow
my soul had been lost.

All
(it seemed)  

that anyone remembered of me

was this love
of mine

for you.

I smiled: 'Is this true? '

And  the memory of me
said sadly:

'That, was all that
was worth...remembering.'

And I
bodiless now
and without a soul somehow

replied:
'Yes, that is so.'

When I looked again
the memory of me

had disappeared

with only your name
whispered upon the wind.

I, too
vanished

down the next
side street.