Your aftermath

I feel your absence

every morning I begin/ whatever is I thought I had to do…

but I’m sure that everything is in order-

The universe didnt hit a bump / and send the existential stylus

Skipping all over the cosmos -

There are things I have to do, yes , but

I have to come home, eventually-

I tell myself

You are where you’re supposed to be,

Always

At least,

till you get where youre headed -

But I know for certain, now -

You changed my gravity

my chemicals

Are all altered - I am a compound, now - comprised of

You & me

& whatever it is we became / when we applied the necessary heat

to the base elements of our personal histories -

I will always carry traces of

Your earth / somewhere on my person

Our dust / is on everything