space, place

all those places
we thought weren’t
meant for us–


someone is there

waiting for you
to arrive


hoping to see you
when they
finally make it.

you won’t know
whether there are
faint footsteps
to follow, to deepen

imprints which
may lay adjacent
to the path
you are debating

until you go there
and get close enough
to see them.

and, hell,
even if you
are and
ever will be
the only one

if it is where
your heart
wants to be,


Thinking of you, MRG.