Capture my shoulders

In graphite. Leave the page

Where you traced my soul

And drew my wings.

Today it was even harder to leave familiar,

To tape reminders

On your path and show you

Where you once where.

How do I convey

The opposition of word and deed.

You put paper to it,

Reconfiguring an image of yourself

Without silence and worry,

But marking the space above

Your head in a steely grey.

It is these mornings when I look

Around the studio that I wonder

Where I am and where you’ve gone.