As Far as You Know

3 3 R A S F A R A S Y O U K N O W A . F . M O R I T Z When you last saw me I was waiting and now that you will never see me again for all you know I still am. The time it turned out was the last time I was sitting staring across the top edge of the book into something just above and past the poem you couldn’t see there on the page between us. Or I was walking – many times you saw me walking and I can’t know if once when you glimpsed me far away in the park, too far away to hail me, and you thought you’d tell me later, it would be fun to laugh over, that almost meeting in one of the places that are ours was the last time. Maybe I was lying suspiciously tired, my eyes to the ceiling. When you last saw me I was waiting like you for us to meet. And now I still am, as far as you know. ...