Orbit

I blew you a kiss, but it
disappeared in a puff of air.
I went back to where we were.
We were not there anymore.
And what if we had been?
Would I have chosen that
instead?:
those beautiful hours
shared in utter joy
orbiting endlessly without
fear of separation?
Or would I have chosen reality
the kick in the teeth when you
leave
but always with the promise
of return?
No matter now.
Here I am -
there you go -
my kiss will have to wait
until next time.

~January 12, 2004