A Rose By Any Other Name

A Poem

Photo by Angelo Abear on Unsplash

the cable cars wind through the city again,
and i breathe out (quietly, quietly, quietly)
until the hum of noise makes me remember
just who i am and what i’ve done

(all the quests of a thousand years
could never have prepared me
for this, just this, in the space of a moment)

and your every word brings a quiet notion —
of so many notions, all unwinding —
until all i know is something
in the touch of a moment

(the touch of a moment
brings me to this
place)

and i question what i do
every single day
you’re not here

and i question the ideas
fluttering at the edges
of all my thoughts

until
i
can’t
breathe

and everyone has their answers,
their daily check-ups
for all their doctor’s visits —
but i never had the answers i needed