When I left 
I left everything 
imagine all caps
but rather than 
curling up dying 
au contraire I 
started living again 
living my best 
life as best 
that I could 
given what I 
had left which
was very little 
besides naturally myself 
remember this shit
happens to everyone 
everyone everywhere everyday 
it’s not shit
that makes you 
who you are 
it’s what you 
do with shit
that ever does 
so wipe your 
shoes off on
the curb and 
get on with 
living your life 
your only and
best life ever 

I’m missing something 
no not hand
both are here
not feet either 
for both wiggle 
arms and legs 
are both visible 
and torso too
eyes still see
and mouth speaks
but still something 
is not here 
but I am 
I always am 
seems to be 
the only one 
that’s always here 

I’ve gotten more 
used to you
gone than here
and I’m not
sure whether that’s 
good or bad 
good because it
causes a missing 
but bad too
because I get 
used to not 
I suppose that 
each day with 
you and without 
is but a
game of plucking 
petals from flowers 
hoping for even 
and not odd

Like smoke 
you appear 
after breathing 
then hang
around wisps
of you
once was
like a
passing fragrance 
a blossom 
recently bloomed 
silently caught 
causing pause 
like a 
rain shower 
brief it
may be 
bringing change 
to things 
how done 
you appear 
and disappear 
as quickly 
as secrets
whispered and 
stay around 
just about 
as long 

Peace is 
not silence 
silence is 
and peace
is enough 
in everything 
in love 
and time 
in harmony 
and joy 
peace never 
brings its 
mind peace 
never speaks 
peace is
the souls 
own air
coming forth 
from the 
eternal infinite