with a sudden westerly wind

with a sudden westerly wind,you blew in like an uninvited seasonreshaping the gravity in my hotel room.

why now?after so many years?why come back now?

and now— even with my hours stackedmy thoughts drift to you.

mentally tracing the outlineof a parallel life,the whisper of a linewe never quite crossed,

wondering how a memorycan feel so much like an anticipation.

every morningyou ask me,“did you dream of me?”

heads about to hit pillowtonight? finally ready to dream of you.

tonight?I will let the west windpull me under.

tonight?the answer is yes.

how wild to get to knoweach other againafter so much growth.