Make you out : Owen Lowery

That we miss one another doesn’t go

unsaid but as easily could. I squint

until I can make you out from the glint

on your glasses. Half on your side, you slow

a rush of a day down to the remote

roll of lethargic waves. What it all meant

slides now as you home in on the gentle

and show me so much I already know

about the days ahead. Your voice is low

and soft, neither near nor far off. The screen

is one of your woodland walks as you lean

towards me, as close as distance allows,

and we do what we can. You’re still glowing

long hours on, unextinguished in my mind.