Where Are You

i am from dust,
blown around,
scattered.
unknown origin.

i am from unwanted;
dark sky; cold floor

i am the gaps between
the door and the wall

i am the broken glass of the window;
your window

i am what is seen, but never heard
i am what's said, but never spoken
to the entirety of meaning capacity

i am from unprepared
and unaffordable

from light that spills
beneath the door

from heat rising
towards the ceiling

i am lost; i am found

i am found; i run

towards the morning silhouette
and the sparkle of blue
that lashes from the sea and sand

i am from lush; i am from dope;
and inconvenience and hurting

i am from the checkers on the couch
where you; you sat eyes pretending to see

arms unwilling to hold.

you run.

i run

where are you?