They can come back
if they want to.
It’s all right
with me.
I understand
the lure of it
(the way they are
always wanting
to know more)
and I too feel
the pull (how they try
to find themselves
in me) even if I seem
unchanged. I see how
they look at me
and I recognize
the way the longing
tugs at them (each time as if
the first time, the swell
and recede).
So they can come back
if they want to
but they should know
we are bound
regardless–
two bodies mesmerized
by the original astonishing
impact
from which we are both
still reeling.
