Thoughts On Her

I have your name
Written
In Greek
On my arm.

It's by where I used to cut.

Most things still remind me of you;

Phrases,
Books,
Poems,
Songs,
Gestures,
Expressions.

My solace is holding on to the hope
That you might be back
Next year.

But....
What if you aren't?

I don't really want to think about that.