I left some pineapple for you
and a few of your favorite
comic strips at that place
where you most certainly
are not but where I last
saw you. I return there now
and then, like someone haunts
the pier after an ocean liner
departs in hopes the frame
might help the mind hold
that final image. But unlike
someone on a dock, I cannot
imagine meeting you again
in that place, for nothing remains
there but the broken vessel
you abandoned beyond
all uncertainty.