ABSOLUTELY

I looked up the inside of a lampshade
and realized I don’t want to go this way.
Maybe we could walk together, on a street
in, say, Venice. Maybe we could
carry on a conversation. I really don’t know.

You still sometimes
come to me in my dreams. And
I am amazed
at how much brighter they are
when you’re in them, and how
much warmer it is
whenever you’re around.

But I still find no certainties.

And so I ask myself: Will I be able
to look back on old memories and say,
“I’m glad I didn’t know”?

(12 December 2006)