In Every City I See Ghosts

my mouth on yours, a promise my hand in yours, familiar at the park, on the bridge across the river watching our friends walk away at the river, in the dark, during summer at the library, at noon, just because your lips, gone before i could hold your hand at la sagrada familia, in barcelona, on the steps paris, where lovers go, on a balcony, under city lights in tokyo, on the sidewalk, just because in every city, i see ghosts