One day I will understand
how many words I abandoned

in Montreal and how a bitter love
was sown on this, the street
I am walking still.

One day I will remember never to forget
how deeply
I loved you and how every kiss
I planted on your skin
would one day spring a tree on this
the street I am walking still

In the golden hour of a spent
generation, I held you in my arms
and beneath the Edwardian fixtures
and Chinese miniatures, I became man.

Maybe one day I will return to the street
I am walking still, to heal the wound
that cut so deep
and maybe one day
I will find more memories of you
on this the street, I am walking still.

Somewhere between Victoria Avenue and Saint Catherine Boulevard, Montréal. 1986.