The day before you came/left,
Of appropriate words,I was bereft.
I saw you pack, words that were had,
Into suitcases of clothes and apples gone bad.
You left the keys on the nightstand,
Along with matches of your brand.
Where could you be going without a key?
Were you leaving home to go home across the sea?
Will memory fade like sea foam?
As you reach/leave this honeycomb.
Have you learnt or will it be the same?
Will you finally know your name?
You said as you left/came,“Write about me”,
You know I’m doing just that.
Just have me know,
Am I reaching you or am I leaving you?