The silence of your calm washed over me like a wave
half thoughts
reaching down your sleeves only to meet disappointment with a knife cutting us in places we fear the most
but in those moments
I see you see me
waiting to leave or reappear
Where is your mind where you are going?
you left your impression
in the trees
and faces of others (I know and have yet to know)
setting up
unavoidable loneliness,
(the way a landscape can only tell you
all the things you've been thinking)
you leave me
things when you're
l e a v i n g
but
even at the bottom of everything
I find you there
alone too