mm (words)

even if i knew every language
i would still be lacking words
to put every fleeting moment of ours
into this poem.
we randomly ran into each other -
the charm of words led us
to that random massachusetts autumn.
as words
flowed through bewitched salem, along paris strolls, over leuven bears
our friendship strengthened.
still,
beyond post-colonial theory,
your accurate, witty words
remain interweaved in my memory,
as though they had predicted the past.
beyond all words, beyond every language
dwells the selflessness of friendship
(that between you and me).
still
further out
lies the incommensurability of love
(that between both of you).