I often wake wishing you were with me
A dream of sorts
A wanting
To share my life with you in some way
I easily fall into a place in space and time where there is a life shared
A one that looks like the other lives
As if there is a blueprint
To follow
But this life
It is domesticated and wild
I am alone
And together
In the drifting
born of longing
I can lose my presence
Outside on the doorstep
Wrapped in a blanket
Watching a forager return from early mushroom hunting
Feeling the weather shift
and the skies fill with the possibility of rain
I felt the wind on my skin
And I said to myself
You are here
Vous êtes ici
And I felt myself drop
Down a level
Through my feet into the ground