I used to close my eyes and see only you.
In different ways of course, but always, only you.
Now it’s been six weeks and I don’t see you as much.
You’re still there, I know you are.
But now other things are too.
Sometimes other people,
and everyone dancing.
Paris at night
and in the morning.
I see the drinks I’ve made
and the drinks I’ve drunk
and the dreams I’ve had.
Sometimes I see him and it’s strange.
I wonder what you see-
who you see-