I have been thinking of you so loudly
that perhaps as you walked down the street you turned
on hearing your name’s decibels
sing from pavement, hoardings and walls

until like glass from last night’s disasters
your name shattered. Soon sweepers will come
and all my love of you will vanish
as if it had never been.

Meanwhile, hurry before lateness catches you,
run until the wind blows out your coat,
don’t stand irresolute
like me, thinking too loudly.