like the rest of the ladies
that you allowed to walk out
of your life. I’ll be the blue
jay singing outside your

window. You’ll feel me on
a hot summer’s night, as a rush of heat
when you can’t sleep. When you’re
coughing as you’re walking through

the city to get to your job. I’m the
tickle in your throat. I’m the magnolia
tree you catch a whiff of in the
breeze. And when you stare in the glass

of every building that you pass
you’ll see my face because you’ll know
that no matter where you go, I’m
there – until we meet again