a draft of goodbye

if i write about you,
but not all the time,
it's when i think of you,
the most i can't think
of anyone else,
i could love the same
with all for nothing,
but feelings, the feelings
remain with no one to feel
no one who'll ache and ask
if i love them the same,
in different words,
at different times

if i could have you back,
with someone else to love,
with a new name, new city,
new papers, new time-zone,
because i can't change
what looks only like love,
that looks like you,
i'd write them off my chest,
sleep with them at once,
so i sleep on my thoughts,
and wake in the morning,
feeling like midnight,
nothing i still don't know