
Tesla Hague
I Hope This Finds You Well
It was the way I looked at peace
Where my thoughts could travel
And ponder
on
missing you one last time

For a moment more than many I have
I loved myself fully
blemishes and all
The way my black hair lays parted evenly down the middle against my face
A succinct row of bushes behind me
Showing an order to things that my mind does not
That's kind of how you and I felt
Chaos trying to find order
I found it
Out in the wide-open space
Out dead and alive
Completely
And utterly
By myself.