i remember you - 2

i remember you
from the constellation of bindis
on the bathroom mirror.
(the dressing table remained
an unfulfilled dream.)
the round red worlds
of love and duty
in equal measure
(and often, not quite)
dotting an ever changing landscape.
i remember looking for you
in what looked back at me.
you were wiser
than making me
the repository of your
disgruntled desires
while all of mine
came down to
a singular passion
that survived the customary disillusionment.
all I found was
a face I could not recognize
but for the round red worlds
around which my
world revolved
like a moon that orbits its planet
time found its meaning
in a circularity that hoped
to reach back to you.