Recessional

"It's so beautiful here," she said "This moment now, this moment now," And I never thought I'd find her here Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed But she's looking at me, straight to center No room at all for any other thought And I know I don't want this, oh I swear I don't want this There's a reason not to want this, but I forgot In the terminal she sleeps on my shoulder Hair falling forward, mouth all askew Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead: "Passengers missing, we're looking for you." And she dreams through the noise, her weight against me Face pressed into the corduroy grooves Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means nothing Maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move And the words, they're everything and nothing I want to search for her in the offhand remarks Who are you, taking coffee, no sugar? Who are you, echoing street signs? Who are you, the stranger and the shell of a lover Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time Oh words, like the rain, how sweet the sound "Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you around."