If Memory
You were someone who could listen
could stumble upon a love like rain darting towards
earth.
We couldn’t have stationed better than this:
you, there, everywhere I wasn’t;
me, looking towards another like you,
only less foolish, less likely to love.
If memory were mutable, water under the blue bridge,
I would reach, stammer a careless word,
say goodbye.
-Jill Chan
http://navelorange.blogspot.com
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