…light filtered through the moving glass, and it all came back.



..like a three-legged race, in all i did, you were there.

you turned when i turned,

smiled when i smiled,

cried when i cried.

you were all i was given,

and all that i needed



..we turned the corner,

removing the leg strap,

and walked for awhile.

i told everyone about you;

more than they wanted to hear

but i loved you so much

i couldn’t keep you to myself



…running now, we set off for bigger things

leaving home, then finding love after love

a seamless sequence of data and advertising

certainty about certainty

you didn’t warn me of the road ahead



…i didn’t notice when you left

turned my head one day

realized you’d been gone a long time

the mind can numb the heart

and it did.

oh, how it did.


…then i felt what i knew.

you weren’t there; hadn’t been there

all along.

i searched trees and rocks,

finding only me, my family,

my friends.

they are everything, but they will not live


a funeral without end

your death in me


and so i stopped running

went home and shut the door

leaving the porch light on

just in case you simply got lost



…when i cried for no reason

when i heard that old song

when the sky seemed to have a fourth dimension

when i can hardly contain my joy

when my boy holds my face

and my girl sings her songs

and it feels like all of existence is winking in my direction

i hear you


you are not what i named you

you are not nameable at all

but the echo of a voice is ringing everywhere

and the antenna i left on that old house

picks it up more and more

this beautiful illusion

the most real of illusions

is good enough for me.

welcome home

—Ryan Blanchard