It all came back to me a week ago
when I woke up grinding my teeth
and you were gone.
The note read-
station 12, indigo crossing, lament me.
Followed by the name your mother hated.

I knew I had to run
when the light turned yellow
and cars screeched to find me.
But when I got to station 12
you weren't there,
and the fire on Second St had the department
out of place for questioning.

What I needed were answers
what I got was ash,
fingered into a compass pointing west.

I knew I had to crawl,
when the ceiling fell down
and the floor separated by tile.
I got to the aquarium
just in time to see the shark
swim by with the impatience of your brother.

Though the note taped to the back
of the guard read
answers don't come this easy.

And I knew I had to listen,
when the stranger on the bus
whispered in latin the meaning
of his neighbor's life.
cotidie temperantia cotidie temperantia

It all came back to me a week ago
when I woke up grinding my teeth and you were gone.
The note read-
I'm on my way out of your life,
don't take this as a mission to find me.