I fall in love with that one
glimpse of her from behind,
something about the bend of her arm,
the tilt of her head now, listening,
or simply the weight and sheen of her hair,
hoping sooner or later she may turn,
that she might be someone I loved once,
or the other me I sense now
standing beside me may have loved.
"Sometimes” by Dan Gerber from A Primer on Parallel Lives. © Copper Canyon Press, 2007.