Somewhere in the City
You are somewhere in the city, lost to me,
But sharing building, skyline, traffic signals,
Streetnames, rush hours, and street scenes;
Sharing unconsciously the things we do not share
By purpose anymore.
And though we do not meet, and though our feet
Do not strike the same pavement at the same time,
You are mine as the city is mine.
The city cannot enclose me in its foggy arms
Without your arms, too, holding me in a loose embrace.
Somewhere in the city you are driving someone somewhere
Or telephoning, or taking a bath,
Or making love, or watching a movie, or working,
Or polishing the metal on the car you are so proud of,
Or getting sleepy over wine,
Or telling jokes, or playing a jukebox in a bar.
How many times have I barely missed you
By one block or one door or a one-way street?
Somewhere you are forgetting me
And making of me nothing---
No more than the song you listen to
Or the joke you tell---
Not so much really!
My eyes will be impassable as fog
If we should ever meet again,
As bright as street lights,
As shallow as rain, as hard as steel.
The soft soul-eyes you knew will be for you
The barren city,
The city without love or hope or mercy or desire.
Without remembrances, without nostalgia,
And you will not realize or understand
How often I caress you
When the downtown lights blink on
And the traffic signals change from red to green.