You

When I encounter people in the streets
I get an impression of a fleeting and enamouring sense of yours
Everything is you
A careless cyclist fell off their bike and glided towards my feet
and it was you and you were me

And we confront our memories and our longings and we falter and deny all the things we should give in to and sink

And I can never fall in love again and meet someone who understands the way you do
I don't even want to look
I don't need to jump around and fall and slide and move my hands like an insane fan
it's gonna be the sign I'm buckling