signs ~

were we ever here (I wonder)
sometimes I look for signs -
a tell-tale love that left itself in crumbs
ribbons worn to branches
smoke to hide the blue -
letters carved a season to the bark
pieces floating somewhere
out beyond my sight
imagined I a place where I retrieve
the message that was written
words as silence ring
but I remain no different for the proof
wherein the vault of yesterdays
a photograph of me
a then I could not pass
to meet me here -
highways once converged
along a lonely stretch of dirt
tis not the evermore
I wished to know -
but something more than whispers
more than markers made
chiseled as a date into the stone
reminders of another me
a time before I came
awaiting there the signs
I couldn’t see