We
are always staying and we are always leaving
and we have just left always
before we arrived, before we even—
the things I've
hidden have since been covered, uncovered
the focal point
shifts
you drive by and I recognize not you but your license plate
since I have imagined this scene so many times the real event
is a poor imitation
the things I've
hidden have been fallen upon
the center
shifts
the things I
have been here will stay here, covered
we are always leaving and we are always staying
because we have always just left
because we have always just arrived, just
upon arrival
possibility
prevails
and this instant
hangs,
misremembered in
perpetuity
clung to
as if the
awkwardness could be erased
