Love Poem About Someone I Saw

I was itching to feel something again so I put it in your frame
as you passed. I should apologise

or not? We do not speak now—this
left of my making.

So with the frame gone…

But it isn’t!
It was a few moments in the concrete world (I question
even that) and then the building of frames and frames and frames
in my… memory? mind? experience? what is it?
who knows. The connection between us

that I built from another time, place, universe
lingered long afterward for me

only the thing I was itching to feel

but it is being undone
or resolved frame by frame

or unloved, which is a stupid thing to say: to think
I only saw you

briefly on the path        one day.