The Return

The Return

You drift away at twilight

on misty hand-washed air

seeking out some private quarters

or some secret hidden lair

I wait with angst filled shoulders

I heave defeated sighs

I watch for your return at length

with anxious, red-rimmed eyes.

The heavens taunt with sunsets

the dawn laughs at my fears

midday wades through puddles

of my unabashed tears

Despair now calls me bosom friend

while depression is my neighbour

abandonment joins with us both

as an added painful favour

The wind howls 'round the meadows

as I scream into the trees

and the agony of no reply

nearly brings me to my knees

Then when I am completely spent

and freed from my distress

you return to me at twilight

as though you'd never left

My smile now free from censor

joins the joy within my heart

then they dance to nature's rhythm

as though they'd never been apart

Angst now takes its friend despair

and leaves for parts unknown

as I revel in the peace I feel

whenever you come home.