promises

gaping

I knew all of your small things.

Your shuffles. Your razor habits.

Your 80% cocoa preferences.

The greens and blues of your favorite plaid shirts.

Pauses while you searched each room for me.

Once you finished Gatsby in a tent.

Smiles. Toothbrushes. Shampoo bottles.

Hats we bought to perch on your head.

Nothing on earth is all light

Or dark.

Get in the car, let’s drive somewhere new.