Two letters. Vowel, consonant. Preposition.
Nothing more, or less than a place in time and space.
And yet, your absence is more to me than memory.
This word is missing from the words of my page.
I turn down hallways, seeking you in empty beds and broken chairs.
My table is set for you. You do not come to eat my food.
At night, my arm reaches for you where you slept soundly.
In comes back in images formed in a circled eye.
Somewhere above a flowing river, I see you written upon a paper tree.
In is captured for eternity on a bridge of flowers.
A lampost bathes you always, in, leaning upon electric light.
Under the tree arbor, in walks through shadows up ahead.
In strides away from me, along a road of curved lines, up a mountain, into a valley, and down into dark nights alone with only I.
In is absent for now.
In is all I can ever seek.
For in is attainable on this earth.
And In is what we come to know of heaven.
