Years Later

I watched that movie you told me about

about seven years late

but better late than never

right?

I wish that I could hear your voice

and ask you if you noticed the same things that I noticed

but you are in the wind

invisible yet clearly there

brushing my hair behind my ears

following me down the old country lane

and making my eyes water

as you know how to do

so instead, I write

in my notes

on napkins

and behind photographs

you never understood

the way I connected with words,

but it’s okay. I like being alone with these words

like you were alone with those thoughts

anyways I’m glad I saw that movie

better late than never?

Right.