getting there

I
run
catch the 91
sit. read brontë.

yonge/finch
take the subway
south to bloor
sit. read, but really daydream about him.

bloor/yonge
eastbound
sit. forget to read. count the minutes till

waiting for the 12
kingston road next stop
book in backpack. his lips greet mine

everything missing
is whole again

At the heart of me, lives you

Chitchat

Being here brings back memories
Of a young man I sat beside
In Monday morning lecture halls
And stole away to dark corners
At the call of the school bell –

Yes, he allowed me to run off
With him, steal him away
From the crowd
Preoccupied with talking
Weekend plans and marks on exams
(Perhaps he liked the mystery)

We’d sit in stairwells
Or in the basement of old buildings
And talk -- talk
About everything and anything
Only to know that when we
Said goodbye, I’d come back
Next Monday
For more