the crowd filled the room like water,
and each came to rest in place—
but i saw you and hummed to life,
and broke from the assembly,
the shuffling, the dull,
and stumbled into the
empty seat beside you.
hello—
i am
nervous, rambling,
breathless.
white shorts and trampolines,
rowdy parks and make believe,
leather seats, pinkcherry lips—
hello again—
i miss you.
late nights and street lamps,
pet stores and french fries,
snow globes, warm boots,
warm coats,
cold hands.
hello?
it’s been a while—
six thousand miles:
no fonder for the distance,
a thread too short,
we could not—
hello.
i’m still
here.