BLACK — INTERMEZZO (5)

You are no longer even a memory.
You are just an occurrence.
Every once in a while you pop up for me
in a foreign light,
with someone I don't recognize,
and I realize,
how far the tracks can run.
Once it seemed that a single step was enough.
Today that distance is around the world,
where you are not standing, but someone else.
I close the screen.
And I walk on.