Anacortes, WA

I'm back in the same place

nearly a year later,

Same hands, same face,

same small shop where I

bought your mom a mug;

The only things that have changed

are my feelings for you and

the rim of my glasses.

The weather is a bit colder,

clouds overhanging the

stretched blue sky-

I still think of you

as much as I did then,

still wonder how you're doing,

if you're happy, if you've been

drinking again.

Your happiness, your safety-

is not my responsibility.

But I still worry about you

anyways.