I never noticed them before;

I see them everywhere now.

Four times already in Sydney,

Halfway across the world, and they are here.

You are here.

How can that be?

How can you be both everywhere,

And nowhere?

One of your songs plays on the radio,

On a taxi ride to Drummoyne.

I barely hear it at first,

But then it becomes the only sound.

You are here, too.

What does it mean?

(Does it mean anything?)

Is it really you that I am hearing?

Now it is my voice instead,

Speaking your name,

Over and over.

Kelly loved lavender roses.

Kelly loved Josh Groban.

Kelly loved.

Your name pours from my lips,

Like an upended glass of water;

Unstoppable spillage.

Your flowers,

Your song,

Your name.

You are everywhere.

You are nowhere.

You are here.