If there is a halfway you will find me
there. If the road veers away from
us it will veer back except when it
won’t. If I wake and you are gone I
will tell the family that you were
all in my head. I know better now. I
must hope the incantation works. I
must work when it doesn’t, long into
the white evenings, on the new poetry.
Artwork by: Amna Suheyl
