On the front step
missing you.
I’ll know
when I’ve missed you enough:
a turtle
will sprint from the backyard
to the front and skid
to a stop in front of me.
Or there will be
pink lightning
in the far edge of the sky,
and the thunder will sound
a high C.
Or else
I’ll just stop missing you
and my air will vanish
from within me.
Dark Matter 