We met

words flew

by like

aeroplanes

silence drifted

through like

breezes

in an opened

window

touches happened

cautiously like

choosing

chocolates

now gone

I think

of you

whenever

I’m not thinking

of anything

else

A poet

is only

a poet

when

he or she

writes

a poem

like

you’re only

alive

when

you breathe

or

a lover

when

you love

all the

poems

one writes

before

are of no

consequence

just like

all the prior

breaths

you’ve

breathed