TRACES

The lipstick stain on the wine glass

at this empties bar

looks like yours

which is impossible.

This is a bar

you'll never know

in a part of town

you've never been.

This is where I've gone

to escape you

even after you've left.

This place is my protection from you

a buffer against your memory

and yet

still

you have arrived

in a very subtle form

and I see

even here

there is no escape.

I guess I'll just have to move farther away.