you know where to find me

even if you can't see me

i am in the pile of clothes on his bed

i am in the clippings and brushes and concealers by his sink

i am in the orange bottles full of magic and hope

where am i? i am in the soil waiting to sprout

i am in her reflection, catching him by surprise so she stares and sees herself

i am in her voice even if she's never heard it before

where am i?

i am already here

slowly becoming real