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