I looked for him
I looked for him in the lines and lines of my paper
but never in between them
I looked for him in music
in the way the second part harmony came in
but never the two part harmony together
I searched and I searched
and in the process I was-
he was
falling
I was picking up the scattered pieces
whatever was left of him on the ground
trying to bring each little part
back together again
so it could
so he could fit in the palm of my hand
and I put him back where he belonged
around my neck
just right below the collarbone
that way,
when someone asks me where you are
I will always be able to say
right here