I love you, I miss you.

I’ve never had much to say, 

But if you’d be so kind 

Would you grace me 

With the secrets of your day? 

 

Speak until the sun leaves, 

Continue through night’s bleats. 

I promise it’s all I want to hear, 

Cover the babbling song of time 

With your own tunefully spun lines.

Soon we won’t even have memories,  

And those tremors I won’t yet bear.

Come lay with me in delusion’s lair.

 

I’m sorry if I interrupt,

I speak through relation. 

I don’t mean to trip you up 

Or dilute your tribulations.

 

Please, won’t you care to stay, 

I’ve always been a perfect host.

I’m tired of eating with your ghost, 

The deflation of the accompanying chair

Is the only hint that you’ve been here,

And that emptiness hurts the most.

 

I will never write,

I shall sell my speech,

These promises I meant to keep.

But if there ever comes a time, 

A time to fill your needs 

You’ll know where I’ll be,

Maybe by the creek 

Submerged up to the knee,

Maybe by the beach

Replacing faded scenes,

Or perhaps by the big oak tree

Where at last it’s accepted me.

You’ll know where I’ll be, 

I’m grounded to the places you’ve shown me.