So, I went to our old place
Days after you flew back to the US.
And all I can think of
are the various ways
to brace myself.
Then I opened the door.
Then I smelled us.
And that was life
this afternoon
here in the Asia Pacific
in our old place
with all our dreams
and all our books
and our tiny bed.
To Nick, whom I met here in Hello Poetry, and who traversed the world, with autumn leaves, to be me.