but not the same as I used to.
From time to time,
I look at your photograph online.
I only pass through our city
every once in a million seconds on a broken clock.
Last time, I had a meeting at the Puerto Rican coffee shop
on your block.
Sometimes someone leaves
before truly giving things a chance.
And sometimes
all you can do is dance.
In another life,
maybe we will get it right.
In my dreams,
I see you at night.
Waiting on a day
where my thoughts are my own,
when my life on the run
is all but done.