You have lost me, but I have not lost you.

My life and its reminants are all that you are still.

Live on a wire, dancing in my head with all indications of uncold, breathing, exuberance.

My body knows presently how it feels to hug you as I did when you were here.

The hot bubbles in my chest ready to explode into a distinct laughter that only you brought out, still sit here waiting.

Your life was big.

It occupied lengths so far I feel it in the green damp earth of a tiny corner miles from where you left.

I’m brought back to the place where your origins begin.

It is loud and free and wild and I see you everywhere.

I found you again, and I will keep looking.

You have lost me but I have not lost you.