Stratosphere

Yes, I will always return to you, the answer
is yes.

I cover my face with my hands, my fingers are so long they
reach into my hair, my breath returned to me in my palms.

I cannot write the things I don't know, the maybe I will call
tonight, maybe I will sit, legs curled around each other, hand
hovering over the keys, listening to the messages you left

in the morning before I woke, when I clung to the last web of a dream,
when even I was not sure if I lived, you left your small voice

in my ear.