I know,
when you stole my car
and drove away.
when you stayed.
That when your voice
hits a three note chord
and echoes.
There is so much
hair in my face
so much nightly disgrace.
But I know.
I know that when I
can be still and quiet
like a Zelda in the woods,
the mottled sun
will shine green
on both of us.
And through the trees
he vaguely sees
a child running away,
like a chased thing.
