Seven

When

Dearest, 

Ready again to write, why are you so silent?

Are you weary from calling or

Stacking up slumber?

Why so distant?

are you tracking a journey or

contemplating a quest?

Do i treasure ideas driving You

to envy, thus biting back your thoughts?

You are a dark fire to me, changing my soul to ashes, yet holding my mind in night.

i wished to return sooner but my wounds resisted. Take evidence of the scars

my friends have highlighted and my neighbors poured over.

Please personify and draw nigh,

I bow my head and await your breath.