The Letter 'B'

Berlin comes back
to bite me
two days running
as I wake up with words
and pictures
channels of former worlds.

She's coming back
with her own inverted image
reflected in a man
I've never met

and even my face
seems
unfamilliar.

There, there
are moments captured
silk scarves and night time gathering
history remade, repeated
defeated
or so we thought.

The letter 'B' strings
me along
purse my lips to speak these things
like I'm kissing
the possibilities

and I'm missing
those silver earrings

as unreplacable
as the feelings

that are gone
gone
gone.