when you compare
the patterns and texture
of leaves scattered
on your front lawn
to the ridges
in my hands
-then you will understand-

when you wake up
at 3 am from
nightmares
and find yourself
gripping your pillow
wishing it was me
-then you will understand-

when you drive
down the highway
on your way home
thinking one day
you'll come home to me
-then you will know-