The dots have taken their leave.
Perhaps they will be back.
I don’t know.
I didn’t ask.
The stack of books is what’s left.
Is it possible the dots were my scattered thoughts.
Thoughts I was trying to hold and contain.
Thoughts I was trying to collect.
Well, I have uncollected my thoughts.
They are free to leave.
If they come back?
So be it.
I’m here.