Goodbye, Miranda

I remember your
red hair
your
green dress
your
smiling patience
as I told you how
I would conquer
the world

I remember your
warmth
your
wise eyes
your
gentleness
as we walked
together never quite
hand in hand

I remember
forever
regretting

Searching

There are no anchors heavy enough
No anchor chains long enough
To hold me
I drift on currents
Travel the branches
Move up
And down
The scales
Walk alone
The moonbeam roads
Searching