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?