Soon

There’s a hole in my bed

where we slept.

I leave a light on

just in case

you come.

And sometimes

I set a place for you

at the table.

You never come.

Still, I listen

for your sound

at the door.

You never come.

I can feel your breath

crossing my heart.

I can taste

your fierceness

and hear your comfort

quiet my night terrors.

I see you

when I am breathless

during painful moments

we each find

too honest.

I am consumed.

I am yours.

Devoted to

all that you are.

This hunger,

this yearning,

is bread for my heart.

It gives me cause

to rise

and embrace the day.

I find joy

in the simple.

And you.

You.

You never come.

You are a shadow

and I

am in the shadowlands

waiting and dying.

I cannot

and you will not.

It is one way.

It is one truth.

I’ll be gettin’ on along now.

Soon.

Real soon.

poetry by fawn rising January 12, 2015
Photograph of Nahnee 2015 by
Erin Liberty Dunn-age five at
Gainesville Golf & Country Club/Ladies’ Powder Room
Gainesville florida USA earth