I still sit here today

In the touch of silence's endless procession, save for one firefly
nothing else remains today on the left side of my chest.

With each season's shifting wind
my sorrows seem only to multiply.

Still, all your nameless letters that arrive—
I gather each one with tender care.

I sit steadfast on the doorstep, waiting,
hoping someday a handful of light might come in your name!

In rooms of few words and backdrops of heartbreak melodies
my petulant poems glow like fireflies…
They linger in this hope…that even as that insect's
false light, you might come a little closer!

In the infinity of that failed waiting, my beloved seems
to want to wrap herself in barbed wire and bid farewell
while staring straight into my eyes, unblinking!

Though the heart says that what cannot be touched
can only be touched by going to the infinite,
I know it's all deception!

Still I sit on the doorstep today…in case she comes!