Where are you now?

Once you said if I ended up alone you’d come. You’d come “fight for me” and I believed you....where are you?
That was a lifetime ago; you still cross my mind.
Sometimes I see you in other people.
A wrinkle by the ear, a confident smile, or a sadness in their eyes.
Sometimes I hear you. It can be a turn of phrase, the name of a kombucha, a head back laugh, or the lyrics of a song.
Irony lays at my feet as my situation solidified in, of all places, Portland. The destination of that trip we never got to take.
Soaring nonetheless, but missing my matching crow on the end of my piece of yarn.
I’ve sent smoke signals, a quiet gift, a postcard, and even the dreaded vm.
All replied with silence; silence, my beloveds, can be an answer in itself.
Orion watches over me as I dance through unknown steps, to a song I’ve never heard.
Where are you now?
 Am I asking this question of you or of myself. Where am I now?



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