Let me go back —
to the time when I first met you;
not so young, not too naive;
but beguilingly charmed by the possibility
that one and one will not be two.
I will go back to that month and day,
like gravity pulling me into
the memory of a me and you.
Where once there was a sliver of a chance
that we will have the next dance.
And of course all the places
and most of the empty spaces
that once belonged to you shall have to be visited too!
So they will no longer have to be
associated to the recollection reminiscent of you nor me.
I shall go back to that familiar route that has led me to where I am now —
armed with an optimism
that I shall be done by tomorrow.
So that finally I can move towards
the path I was bound to take before there was you.