Do you ever know I think of you
although we’re both so far away
in not just space but also time?
When you hear those words I never said
from someone else’s lips,
does my voice ever echo in the subnotes?
When you sense a face in random patterns,
do they ever have my features?
I ask this now
of what seems to me
to be of you
Leaves & Needles
in a puddle.