Where did you go, no messages back no glimpse of your shaved dyed hair, no glimpse of charlie. Where did you go when your grandma kicked you out when your fifteen pairs of socks grew a pair larger. Where did you go I called you fifteen times at work yesterday. I begged for you to text me to call me to say a single word, "doesn't have to be coherent," I said "doesn't have to make sense." Are you ok do you need something want something hear something I hear the conditioner and fan going round and round the wheel of the carts squeaking as they pass I smell the apple cider vinegar in my hair I see my pen writing across this page I see the curls from my shower this morning I see my promise ring on the desk I hear voices and see straws being pushed into the milk tea of my workplace but I don't see you.