where are you

i’m peering off the edge of a mountain

into an ocean

weaving strings through the stars

watching the strands fizzle in the flames

i’m scratching my fingers through your hair and falling

slipping between your smile and strands of her hair

i’m right beside you

whittling my way into your head with a dull pocket knife

wondering why you care

wondering what this means

where am i?

why does it matter

when has it ever

i’m behind a door you won’t open

a door you won’t lock

i’m in an old wallet under your car seat

im in the seams of a couch in a cabin

i’m wherever you want me to be