Love, I left you
at your door then
made the driver make
two U-turns along zhong xiao dong lu.
Our first night together,
I could not have imagined yet
the mounds of books you lived among—
knowledge the only thing
that does not desert.
When I leave again,
this time for a different
city, forgive me once more
my imprecision; know that
in this heart's map
of a scale of 1: ∞
I am where you are.