Find Me

Reversed, Mirror Etheree

Find me, amid moments you spend at night In the fine line of darkness and light, In scents of fear sourcing from words, In long neglected islands, or dry, deserted shores. Find me, when shadows rise, and you lay in bed — its one side cold.

Cold. When it hurts your bones think of me there for a moment, then, along with the shadows let me fade away again like those remote pasts you cherish where “you” and “I” formed a single word, and I lived solely through your breath. Find me.

Then let me go.