getting back to an
empty house
staring at the receipt
from dinner,
remembering the clerk
telling me his name
and asking me mine.
later, buying a plane ticket home
for christmas,
wondering what will have
come of us then

climbing into bed,
i bury my face to find a trace of you

remember the wreck we got into
remember your lips on mine for the first time
remember the day we met-
the light on the street in oakland,
falling on us