Return When I Am Empty

Distraught though I may be
And all the darkness of my worry
Come back to me, when there is nothing else in my heart

I catalogue our conversations
And in a series of contemplations
Come back to me, with bottomless passion in your eyes

The night terrors rack my sleep
And make me held apart so weep
Come back to me, and stop the gap between our embrace

The linen is a sallow shade
As sun beams glow and moon dreams fade
Come back to me, to blanched world brighten again

Nourished off the ash I intake
As gravestone ground into my daily wake
Come back to me, refill my plate with honey lips

My hand is on your place
As languid days would pass in haze
Come back to me, and make my fingers warm in holding

My pillow I wet with feeble words
In attempt to console the clinging burrs
Come back to me, and cover these plants of self-destruction

Into a weakness I fall head first
In failure watch the teardrops burst
Come back to me, clearing the cumulus that took your face

Soon I shall misfile a mental fact
In fighting contentment pathways grow slack
Come back to me, so I may never forget all you are


The wire left burning shall fade
The flame contained to relive will break
Come back to me, in this glow that pales to compare

The glass I blew with morose cries
The surface opaque in midnight skies
Come back to me, as single star we wished upon

For what is left in grief do take
The only phrase once needed spake
Come back to me