If

If I could open my eyes
I would see you walking in the snow
If I could open my arms
I would see you walk into them
If I could open my hands
I would catch the sorrow of your drowning tears
If I could open my heart
I would fill yours with the sun.

Forensics

I cannot walk away
and stop the digging up
the swab of past evidence
of my life.
I cannot stop
childhood files,
I search through them looking for my facts
my height, my tendency to run away,
isolated incidents
I dig,
 the archaeology of my own breath
unclassified matches