Brownian Motion

at eight forty seven
my phone pings with a
picture of a stuffed dinosaur,
the wordless acknowledgement
of my presence in your heart
and your presence in mine

i look upwards at deep solid
blues fragmented interrupted
by leaves wondering
if you’ve done the same today

do the branches look the same so far away?

i used to hold on to you
your cold fingers interwoven
nestled against mine

i used to sketch with you
scribbles and patterns, watercolor
animals and shutterstock cliffs

i used to sit with you
comfortably silent together
on the Uni steps to admire the view

do you miss those mundane moments too?

soon we’ll just be memories in each others’ minds
but even as we continue
our paths parallel six hours
apart i hope a year from now
my phone will ping with a
picture of a stuffed dinosaur
and i will smile

and hopefully
you will too