I have come, caked with mourning,
seeking your company
like a dog. I have come
out of myself, out of my bed
of disillusionment, when I was
shocked into the real thing,
jarred out of myself. I have come
for you, perhaps,
if the moment permits it,
if the clouds part just a little more,
and the Sun plays its part,
warming my frigid skin
with memories of this.
I have come from the End.
I have come from the dead, my love,
and I have come because I love you.
09/18/2016
Richmond