I am in a strange city.
I open a door for a woman
in a large floppy orange hat.
As she walks away she
seems to me very familiar.

As I follow her I realize she
is pulling my memories of her
into her large handbag. And,
I am losing her as she disappears
into a crowd of people.

Now I am lost in that crowd
in this strange city,
trying to remember something
I am not sure what.

Promises

that dissolve
in a glass    
of wine,
or simply   
fly away,      
taking
the heart      
with them.