From this height, I can see the blue skies, the top of the trees, the shaking tram cables, and your heart. You left it here when you crossed the road – remember? – when looking back at me you mouthed goodbye.
This is the very intersection from which I stared at the sight of you, behind that glass window, moving away slowly as your tram went West. I caught your eyes, and you caught mine, but everything in between stopped us in place.
Gone. I didn’t know then
if and when
we would meet again.
I’ve never heard your laugh; I’ve never felt your smile. I would’ve shipped your heart back to you, but I didn’t even have your mailing address. The sight of your biceps clenching to that green bar: for a moment I thought I saw your axillary hair. Into the sunset you go.