Come Back
come back to me,
my love, come back
walk softly
so to not disturb
our hallowed tombs
of past.
let my fingers soothe and smooth
deep furrows carved
upon your brow
let my gentle hands
massage
life's weary flesh
of burden
let me reach beneath
to crawl between
the you and the sad.
come back to me,
my love come back
to my step
across my threshold
over here
I wait.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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