like an old dream, I stand in
my fantasy saying "I have been
here before."

old friends pass by an aged street
fathers and mothers missed till the
holidays inside worn out homes,
former professors and previous
neighbors all fleeting through the
same corners, "I have seen you
here before."

when I saw you, when I reminded
myself of all the street yelling, all
the cursing through the phone, the
door shutting, the plates breaking,
the walking home alone, crying,
when I saw you, when I reminded
myself of a time across the river,
when we sat on the line between
naive and forever, when we had
nothing to lose yet
everything to gain,

like a familiar scent in your new
apartment building, or an old
song from your childhood, when
we find familiar again, when we
pass by our adolescence, we hurry
a quick smile, we set up our kind
eyes, ask a simple question, be-
cause if we learned anything from
old dreams and old friends, its we
never have enough time, not even
in the past,
never will
and
never have.