she returns to me at twilight’s break
when light is inhaled by the horizon
she returns to me tomorrow
and ever does that day slip into the future
she is a spirit that is near
a reality beyond my most earnest grasp
she is everywhere and nowhere
specifically, she is not here
while the heart in me is some kind of numb
stolen years ago, i forget why…
she returns to me, and too, i forget why…
like dawn, where light is exhaled
and somehow, night is as if it never were