distance (part forty-four)

I keep looking for you
at the edges of frames;
in the comings and goings
of far-away friends;
in the corner of a picture,
I finally found your face.

I guess I was just looking
for proof that I hadn't broken you
out of existence--
called you to hell--

looking for proof that you're alright,
and I keep telling myself that
I owe you nothing,

and while part of that's true

-Dana Winter