4/3/2015 in The Thing

It’s been over a year and I’ve found myself missing it. I mean, of course, I knew I /would/ miss it. But I thought, maybe, I didn’t need it. I was probably right. I didn’t and I don’t.
But I do.

So here I am. Under a new face that won’t fool anyone who is looking. Which is superfluous because no one is. At least, they weren’t then. I was already found and declared.

But he’s still here. And I’m still here. And, now, you are here too.

So where does that leave us beyond just leaving where we left off? What’s a different face or a different name or a different word for whatever it is that this /is/
was
It’s fine
we can go together
You
and me
and him
and it
And will all step in eachother’s
footprints
in the sand
snow
mud
The bearer probably doesn’t matter
too much
it’s the visual I am
after
and now that
it is clear
the words
can fall
in their own time