Lovers Never Lose

Woven together

In all the places where I never
saw you, I look for you now. Tiny
filaments of memory align,
spun like fine silk into a place,
a space, a photograph, each node
once devoid of significance. Now
in every backward glance you
might be here. I search images
of the points you referenced first
time we met, looking for a tiny
hint of your features, your hair,
your clothes, your shoes, zoom in.
You may have watched me once,
before, as I might have watched
you. Thus, you are in these places
forever, real or imagined. I close
my eyes, hear your laugh, and see
your smile, as alive in thought
as when I'll see you later.