At dusk, I’m looking everywhere
Two buses have stopped briefly in the middle of the road,
    their drivers having a short chat
As the light of the setting sun is playing on the lowered
    windows,
Is it the image of my significant other that’s reflected from
    the other side?

Swimming alone in the deep dark night
Riding the sea waves of memory that are forever lapping at
    my shores
Is there a chance that the out-of-sight significant other
Can merge with me into a raft
To float on the moonlight?

In a pristine and windy temple in the mountains
I fearlessly face my own spirituality
Striving for possible resonance
I draw a most auspicious divination lot telling me that my
    significant other is by no means well off
(Is in fact even poorer than myself)
When all the dreams and miracles have quietened down
Will my significant other and I be playing on each other’s
soul?

The holidays are approaching–will my significant other
    come down the chimney?
Or rather, one early morning after being dreamed of and
    being loved,
Step into a UFO and fly away?
Is my significant other
The one that always looks lost when the shutter is
    clicked–who?
All those many words and vows uttered with so much difficulty
    at the ceremony
All those loveless things on the other’s cell phone, or waiting
    in vain in front of the mirror
Make us curl up in resignation
When we are alone, in our hearts
We feel touched by each other, embrace each other, make
    intimations
Each time getting closer to each other, gaining a clearer
    awareness, working hard
To become the other’s significant other