i arch my back upon the water,
the water which stretches out until
the point where the earth devours the sun.
a plane leaves a scrawl of white across the sky
which seems further from me than ever before.

i catch the wrong trains everywhere,
but buses are luckier &
take me places where we met last summer
(or the summer before?)
did you see me, looking for your face?

i must be cursed,
everyone wears your mask.