Unfound

Hey Helena,
you’ve crept back in again.
Typical…
After all,
I’ve never believed
that you’ve been gone.

Should I tell you
how I watch you -
unaltered and unwound
with painful acuity,
while I… Oh!
How I have changed…
I have become the radio
that crackles over the song.

Love,
you were always looking for home;
gazing over my shoulder,
while I, the distraction,
was but a displacement -
a sinking stone.
There are no ripples to show
where the years have flown.

We have always been,
the never ever.