Everything else must have changed
must be different
by the time you appear
more than ever the same

taking me by surprise
in my difference
my age
long after I had come 
to the end 
of believing in you
to the end of hope

which was not even 
the first of the changes

when I imagined 
that I was forgetting you
you did not even need memory

to remain there
letting the years vanish
the miles depart

nothing surprising in that

even longing
does not need memory
to know what to reach for 

and nothing surprises you
who were always there
wherever it was

beyond belief