For simple words to signal your status
Like the blip of a heart rate monitor
Above your silence
Beneath the weight of your absence
Like the mother of a lost child
In the desolation of your abandonment
In prayer for your restoration
Like Samuel’s Mother at the altar
My arms as empty as her womb once was
For finality, a telegram, a text message
Like the soldier receiving a Dear John letter
There is peace in closure, release in goodbye
For the sound of your voice to rouse me
Like you did that last slumbering night in your arms
You had to leave me once already
For the lines to be drawn
Like guarded boundaries
That will take me from you
Release me from my prison of waiting
Open the door of this caged soul
Mourning dove calling for her mate
Break the bonds of my torment
Whisper words of release
And leave me to my grief
Rolling green melancholy
Forlorn is my forgotten state
Anemic understanding
Return me to my desired state
Bathed in the fragrance of your presence
In the absence of fear
In the reaping season
We all labor in silence
For the banquet
Laid out like your nakedness
Communion of two souls made one
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