You were always here
Not overbearing, just there
You didn't do a thing
But you were a constant presence, a small one
I thought I would never lose
A landmark that I always saw when I passed by,
Always part of the landscape—
Part of the background,
I have one landmark less
Still able to find my way, still able to find my bearings
Just albeit more lost
More adrift
YOU ARE READING
A Thousand Words 《Poems》
PoetryFor a thousand words I can write but forever unfinished it will remain.
