The last time we were together
you brought me to that which lay
inside and outside my breathing.
You said, These things happen
as you stepped into the next room
of your life without me.
That was a year ago, not a minute between us
we who once spoke words without syllables
now cry tears without tears.
Last night you appeared in the elevator
of my dreams, letting yourself in
as comfortably as cool air blowing
on a hot summer day.
I noticed your eyes fingering my soul
like soothing sensations on a faded sun-dress.
What is it in your smile that erases all reason
that places my heart on a roller-coaster ride without end?
It always comes to this: Closed doors and memories
of notes you once played sweetly in my soul.