The Limit (2009)

He said, "The sky's the limit!" and I couldn't help but laugh
because that was what she told me when we first met
and when she left, it was "your head is in the clouds."

I left different notes every day
in little places she might look if she dared:
carved into the park bench where we first kissed
tiny chalk marks on the steps of where we lived
in grafitti on the chapel tower, where the world is smaller
and the people, bigger.

I gave one to a man to hold if he ever saw her
-he tucked it in his wallet, smiling at young love-
and threw another (bottled tight) into the ocean,
although we both live in Wyoming and
I suppose that's not quite how that works.

I'll leave my last today
on the sticky side of a post-it note
clinging to the roof of her office, obnoxious pink
waiting for her to peel away the words:
"Sarah: The sky is no limit."