It isn’t anything more
than you know.
It is not
questions with
unwanted answers.
No, it is not wanting
to be in love,
not here in this place
and not in paris
either.
Unlike the past,
the future is clear.
Unlike
being in love, you are
someone
you once wanted to be.
Seeing you through
a sealed window,
holding a ticket
to a true one.
I stay on the ground,
looking
without
sorrow from rented
rooms
waiting for
the next waves
across
the boardwalk and
sand
and not wondering
how
a heart will break
tomorrow.