Where You’ll Find Me

I miss the controlled burn
of your stare, the clean, white
oval of your face, and the ease
with which you dismissed me,
lifetime after agonizing lifetime.
Should you ever wish for my
questionable company again,
look for me north by northwest,
dying, as always, under the Bodhi Tree.

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