she is not here-
but she is everywhere.

not in a time,
not in a place,
not a face,
not a name,
not a story,
not even
a memory
i can tell.

just in
her being.
she’s out
there-
somewhere.

no longer 
waiting
for a when.
no longer
wondering
for a where.
no more
questions:
where,
how,
who,
or if.

regardless of-
who she is,
where she is,
how she is-
whenever,
wherever,
however,
whether,
if-
she exists.

sunshine-
in human form.
knowing
she exists,
here. now.
in this universe-
somewhere,
anywhere.

too holy
to touch,
too human
to forget.
not to be held-
to be known.

and that knowing,
softens me.
my being.

this joy-
only
a feeling,
only
for her existing. 

this joy-
is mine.
for nothing,
and for everything.

it lasts-
for however
long
it wants,
if there
is a start.
if there is
a beginning
or an ending.

i am-
no longer-
alone in
this universe,
wondering
whether
she exists.

all this
happiness-
because
she exists.

“You are
your own fire.
hold on-
even when
the world burns.”

in this Universe, 
March 11, 2025