if i saw you...
in this place you will never be...
i would tell you.
i am sorry.
everything in it's place.
you're gifts will not be a waste.

i am outliving this spell.
what a magical spell.
everything there was so much stronger.

in a distant land, things really happened.
i was your blank page.
and your colors.
and your ink.

you were my cocoon.
i wrapped myself in your soft layers.
a log added to the fire was a string plucked by calloused fingers.
gold strands fell softly.
we were here.

this place is a category i can fit you into.
in another time,
it was a sidenote.
it was a distraction.
it was a magnet.
it was a roadblock.

now, it branches...
leads somewhere new.
it is a path.
open.
i have taken it...
young and curious.
and it has become more and more concrete.

if i saw you,
i would weep.
i would rejoice.
i imagine i see you everywhere.
a million you's.

on bikes,
in skirts,
talking on benches overlooking valleys,

i said i would return,
with a year gone by,
i still mean it.

if i saw you,
my arms would hang around your neck.
and i would thank you for finally meeting me...
where i am.