which is what I hope we’ll have
when I get to your place

which is, I imagine, no place
in particular, which is why

I hope beyond all hope
that there’s still some you

in that place of no place
and there’ll be some me,

too, and even if we don’t
have arms or bodies,

a close, I’ve-missed-you
hug will feel like all the ones

we shared embodied,
all the ones I’m missing

now.