I tried to exorcise your ghost today.
I calculated (office work) and ate
too much, engaged in solitary play,
and overrode my bike – an hour straight
I pedaled nowhere till my forehead gleamed
with irksome sweat, upturned against the jerk
of headphone music, and at last it seemed
as if I had no knees. That didn’t work.
As long as I forgot myself, so you
were absent, too. But just as soon as I
returned, then you appeared again in view,
inciting me to reach for you and cry.
There seems to be no reason, till you’re here,
to try to hold an other treasure dear.