Tomorrow,
Should you wake to find 

I am not with you
As I was before,
Know this:

I am not lost

You will find me in the sunlight
of the day that awakens you.

In the softness of the voice 
that means to say I love you.

In the humor of a squirrel
chasing an acorn down the road.

I will be in the hands of your children
And your children’s children,

And in your mirror
when you look to find yourself.

In the cool of a fall morning,

with lightning bugs in summer evenings

(I always wanted to call them fireflies,
did you know that?)

I will be there.

Tomorrow should you wake to find 

I am not with you
As I was before,
Know this:

 

I am not lost.

You will find me
exactly where you found me
in the first place.