I tried to absorb the details of the landscape
rediscover the patterns I have come to recognize as home
But the seven days away
have pulled stray threads from a tapestry
seven years in the making
for your laughter was woven into the still forest air
the colour of your blushing cheeks
was blended into the pink-orange sunset over the horizon
where the ocean meets the sky
now though the city remains familiar by sight
there is a disquieting echo of your absence
and it threatens
like how a missing beat in traffic lights
can cause the collapse of an intricate system
chaos
order balances on a thin thread
and already I find myself struggling to hold still
missing, somehow, a city only 2 weeks old in my life