I sometimes wonder if love is a combination of all the emotions I felt for him,—

Or their abandonment.

The presence of absence.

Loss.

Did the acknowledgement of the dark give him light?

The figure I saw, did it capture and cradle, a bed for this light— or an interpretation of my own shadow?

Did he even exist?

Yes he did, he existed in

Winter’s first snow

Breath on the window pane, 4th grade

Biology class.

“Wow.”