A Poem: Your Return

This poem was written in 2019, when the past came back

A year has passed

I sit, listening to the wind's hum, so steadfast

But I recall, not a sip did I take from anywhere

Speak to me, please, break this silent mass

I've never yearned for the silence of the past

Merely sat, bleeding in time's overpass

Even as clouds roar, your absence is louder alas

Others yearn to read minds in their quest

I wish only for mine to be read with no jest

Words fail me a lot, my speech isn't blessed

Time, it seems, is never in my nest

All I seek is a day for a dialogue, a simple request

Not just to speak, but to depth expressed

A day came when I whispered low, "Look away"

In that fleeting moment, you came into play

Your presence, my heart's beats did sway

"Hello," "How are you?" Simple words conveyed

"Your haircut suits you," but I never did say

All scripted in mind, yet unspoken nor laid

"Long black, please," is all that slips

But my tongue feels like a fortress, no eclipse

Another blank page, my heart's script flips

It whispered, "Is it an apocalypse?" I'd do the same, but oh these lips

Waiting until the book's final clips

But hope endures, amidst the doubtful

I'm a romantic, yes, but I'm hopeful