We’re mired in the weeds of the plan, while you’ve gone missing again,
no doubt, mulling your options and
plotting out new points of leverage.
It would amuse you that I drew the short straw again and prowl the back streets searching for clues,
wondering if you’ve finally found your niche
or made that one exceptional blunder that will draw you back to a dark corner somewhere.
Or maybe you’ve skipped the preliminaries altogether and had another one of those big revelations,
waiting for us to solve the puzzle and sweep up the crumbs.
I’m wondering what sustains you these days.
My guess is you’re having the time of your life, too distracted to send an update,
flying about like some superstar, fashionably incognito,
banking on our devotion back here in the trenches.