i wonder...

having just received e-mail, (mass e-mail of course) from an old lover,
i am consumed with nostalgia.
remembering a summer, hope filled
where we wandered through central park,
caught Ani by mistake listened to her echo over the walls.
he loved manhattan more than any place in the world
and everything we discovered there,
thousands of cigarettes and rainy nights on Ludlow St.
walking down the promenade in the shadow of two towers...
amaz-stonished by the odd signs on amsterdam avenue...
we made the city into a poem.
i was not in love with him,
but i could have been.
he was not in love with me...
but he might have been.

some of the poems he wrote me are up on his new website,
and reading them, (i still love them!)
i almost wished that i was back in that summer...
or in an alternate universe where moments could last forever.