I have been searching
for an explanation
that helps me understand
why you are here
in my world. Because
yesterday you were not
and I could sleep
through the night.
I was able to read
books of poetry and
the liner notes
of my old CDs
without seeing you
in every page.
I can’t see the reason,
fate’s economy,
chance-ripened time.
All I can sit with
is the sense
that you are mine
to puzzle out.