This place of discomfort
between sips of wine
unbearable
though not my theme
tell me is it the end
or the beginning
of the day

isn't clear

between here
and still
can't see
after years
of looking
to see

are you there
i'm trying to see
to see you
i'm learning
to see you
here

i can never
see you here

this is an arm
around a lie
hold on
little brother
we walk
some boulevard
hands in our pockets
jauntily
thinking
we remember home
and can return
again and see mom
making coffee