Pieces

I've lost you. 

How did I lose

an entire person? 

Someone so much.

Someone so SO?

In pieces, that's how.

First a lost faith--just

a tiny faith--

just a mustard seed.

Just that one 

promise you said

wasn't 

for me. I knew the plans

you had--hope and

a future--but

those weren't mine,

turns out. 

And then 

I lost your voice

on the phone...

The minutes of missed

calls added up

it seems

to words 

that fell into a void...

crossed an event horizon.

I look all over--

the junk drawer.

The dryer.

I take car trips

to where you said

this or that

in case the echo 

is still there. 

The choir loft--

the church's 

rafters seem 

like somewhere

your words might 

have gone bumping;

a balloon

too little 

appreciated.

I find your voice

in dreams.

I watch them drift

into the sky

riding a burning

New Year's lantern.

Your words

in old letters

I keep even 

as I keep

losing you 

in pieces

over 

and over

again.