You have always had a sense of heaven.
I have perfect faith
That the firmament and you are in perfect accord:
Of what is needed, and when;
Of when to reappear, of when to refocus
On the orbit, the ellipsis that carries you
Closer to me again, after so long gone.

You were so many firsts for me, the rising
Of a time when I was ready to learn
That fear can be good, that
Anxiety could bring me greater joy, better hunger
Than the calm of a full stomach.
You and me and a little alcohol, we went
A long way from sunrise together.

To reawaken to you, so much older and
So very different, is disconcerting; you remain celestial,
The movements of time and light and heat are yours,
And at best I am a borrower,
I am thunderstorms, tornadic,
The darkness that blots out the view.
It is how I know that no matter what is said,
Your path will carry you away from me again.