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.