On the floor I found you,
knees pressed toward
hands outstretched,
head down, wondering
if you’d show me what I
didn’t know. And now
where are you? My impatience
taunts me, for memory can’t 
show me how
to fall in love with 
you again. Break me–
in all the ways I try to 
hold together, my voice
untrustworthy, 
my song with 
no notes to sing. I 
know nothing 
now, in the beginning, 
being created 
once again.