Ok, take your time
it's not right away
love is in no hurry
it will silently wait
in a cabinet bottom
in a Post Office warehouse
—on hold for a thousand
millennia
and
maybe
by then our
city will be
a place that was lost underwater
the deep-sea
divers will
come
to
rummage your
home
your
room, all your gear
your
soul and its grooves
to no avail
wise
men will try to unravel
the echo of ancient words
from pieces of letters and poems
distortions, depictions
vestigial
traces
outlandish lives
there's no
need to rush:
the deadline
is not now
all loves will forever be
lovable
and future lovers
unknowingly
with the
love that I willingly
left here for
you
