Return

And so I return

A little worn and

A little weary a

Little dishevelled.

I return to this

Place this holds,

Holds me close

Holds me tight

'gainst the ruin

Of a world that

Would have you

Dead or alive

But preferably

Dead.

And so it must

Matter to return

To sit again to

Write to watch

To listen

To a world asleep

And slow wakening.

For it's cool and

It's damp and

The tears roll

Down my face

Unbidden

As I return

To here.