Return
ii.

The gift I meant to send

to you,
I opened.

Because you
are never coming back.

Even now
you are slipping through
the shadows. Like

a thousand
hexagons, you turn
divide and turn,
divide and
turn.

Remember
the harvest honeycombs?

…the end-of-Summer sweet?

You are never
coming back.

The gift I meant to send.

I opened.