The effect of poetry on the head

You wrote
a poem once
It reminded me so much
of someone
who could have been
something.


That ended - all of it,
the someone.
The something.
Everything.


But the words.
And the promise they held out
that day
Like a little angel
promising
the moon.


We both knew, of course,
the Angel and I
that it is not possible
to promise the moon
to a mortal.
But we played along, the Angel
and I.
Like that, your words
have remained
in the head.