Years of yearning wait in the wings
Catalogued by aches and burns
Twisting hopelessly in time
To what the flicker of wanting earns

Catch in rhythms of opened wounds
Around a piteous heart
That waits and wants in return
To return
And
To not

The bells send blazing into mine
Fingers nipped with cold
Dew splashed hedges wait in time
Of the waiting here in bold

A smile etched into glassy pounds
That wills itself forgotten
The fever’s end of love’s broken nail
The mew of an unseen kiss
The twist of apron strings in the sound
Of the heart’s time that it just missed

And of the twisted path
And mud stained boots
Lining the presence of the death
I look up to the man I know looks down
And whisper
I am home
Into his chest