Maybe

My mind turns to you,
though you are not here,
for I want to share the world with you,
feel your understanding,
the care that you show,
sense your questioning of things,
explore with you,
such that we might know.

For I sense there is something there,
something peaceful,
with which we might console,
that we could dwell within,
connect with,
become a little,
more whole.

Maybe.

Bullet Train
(pulling into platform)
Japan.
.