Reply to Linda Gregg’s ‘Asking for directions’

night time
reminds me
of why we
should never
blink, I think.

that’s how things
disappear.

maybe
that was why
you never came back –

you couldn’t
find you way.

maybe you’re
still finding
your way back
to me finding
my way back to
you.

i’m not sure
what chunk of me
you took.

and I don’t speak doctor,

but the
prognosis
may never find
the place
my heart is broken.

leonell echa