{ je retourne }

i am home but not home, i am whole and entirely broken ---
there is only one explanation for this state of in-between.

there is an echo of your laugh, a remembrance of two whispers
a fullness of joy, an angle of shadow so steep we could never climb it.

what is left but the curve of your face at dusk, a cold nose
in the back of my knee, the frosted pinwheel glass,

the sting of lime on my smiling lips, and the deep
unspeakable comfort of hours with friends.

{ she }