You Missed Me

At the glassy gate, I wait for you adding cherry between breaths adding robes to your soft name ushering the syllables through my warm mouth echoing like the sight of a star on my heart, your name is woven and sewn like the stitching in my baby blanket and the baby hands that find your beating chest I am bound to you and you, to my gates But then, you see the blood on my posts and then, my eyes stern and welled, fixed like the sun, you spin as night hunkers over you like a broad toothy uncle pulling you aside, arms slung like sandbags impressing you with fools gold teaching you to gawk, painting me a circus causing you not to see me, hiding my heart beneath my chest and this smooth skin, my red wine gates… And no matter how I call, the tracks will lay, the wheels will fall I would cry but it’s too late… the station’s gone… You missed me love, you missed me…