Orion’s Belt

Poetry by Madison Sudekum

I look for Orion’s Belt every night. I replay that night in January, often. Driving down the highway. Windows down, with your hand, wrapped Around my neck, resting on my shoulder.

“If you miss me, look for those three.” Those three.

The same constellation scrawled in ink Across your right shoulder I used to touch over and over With my fingertip. Dot. Dot. Dot.

I hope you knew at that moment that I Never stopped looking. Because missing you, Was never conditional. Even now, I search for it.

Even though it’s been months since my finger found The right side of your shoulder.