Where are You?

You only felt the air cool a few times.

Before you left.

You felt the sun heat your body.

You slept in deep, black, peaceful sleep.

In the aging window seat that you made your own.

With no worries.

Just peace and silence.

You were a brief companion.

A good boy. A friend. A man.

I’ll see you again, little friend.

If not in the end, then in those moments,

when I am wondering where you are,

and I want you to be with me.