There you sit
waiting for me to return;
unaware I never left.
There you sit
letting self pity
veil my very presence.
All this time
I have been right here;
I never left.
You just need to crawl
out of your sad cocoon,
blink, and look into the light.
See me and my shadow
waiting—marinating—praying
and hoping to be realized again;
letting our lives once more be
in that aurora of peace and love.
Remember, winter, spring, summer,
or fall, I’ll always be there. Just reach
out and call me. I’ll be there: I promise.