Well, (Adj.)

Written December 15, 2010

where your footsteps predictably fall:
my eyes wander to that place and hope
to see your customary capped head,
see you bobbing up and down—
left right left right—
in your casual gait
through the places I’ll always look.

came up empty today.

I will never take back
my concern for your absence;
my heart’s first instincts and
the lingering questions
may have merit—

and if not,
I might care too much.

(is there such a thing?
‘cause we all need someone…

and a liaison says maybe you do)

so,
my dear,

take care, take care—
all I want is to know
that you’re well.