Because People Fade

Because people fade like polaroids 

left in the sun and 

it has been years since I last 

wondered whether God exists, 

because when I am walking 

these city streets the same 

song just won’t stop and 

everything looks faintly gray, 

that you, constant, all colors 

and new music are never 

far away and never tired in my mind 

is too profound to have 

come from me or else 

I was always wrong about love 

and if this is so 

how else were my certainties 

untrue?