Conundrum

We endure each other.
We persist in memories.
The single doubles. 
The one becomes everything.

I once saw you in a field where 
peasants prayed for absolution 
from the hot sun.

I learned to distinguish your name 
from all others even before I knew 
your face and what it would mean 
once I’d seen it.

Why do you stay away?
What causes you pain?
What memory bruised your soul?

My heart sinks for you.
The sky is grey with ash.
Yesterday the sun was blood-orange.

Tomorrow?

No one knows.