Sorting through Documents at Dawn

three crosses appear

on the tv screen

following a

sweep of my hair

that felt like your hand

maybe i dreamt it

but i so badly

want it to be you

(in whatever form)

near

not in the light through

which you’ve disappeared

leaving us

with questions

what is your social insurance number

what is your mother’s maiden name

how

who am I now

(and in between

the writing

found

on perfectly pressed

pages

a comma

and a curse

who were you)