I wonder where she is today 

when we’d speak in woods
enraptured in imagined worlds
maybe in weeds
or in arms
or comfort daydreams
 
I wanted to run like winds
freer than being caught 
and now I’m planted
taking root between weeds
and I can’t leave
for without me
they’ll not see
themselves into future 
 
tomorrow’s threshold
is today and yesterday 
need not be any thing