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
lovely. xoxom