Back Soon

He said he would be back soon
With that her heart beat slowed
She felt the awake drain from herself
And with a long sigh, she was a peace

She slipped out of the street
Clothing, removing, turning to a night
Creature, waiting, with a long sigh
She pulled on Peace, over her head first

His return, shortly, though feeling very long
She wrote words of love and loss, of what she
Wished, as one wishes for, and invents spells,
Detailed rituals, to capture his love

In the empty time that compliments her body
She, a part of him, remained apart from him
Her thoughts conjuring, her fingers touching
Places on skin not touched by hands, in months

In the space of now and her future with him
She wrote a spell, in words and thoughts, visual
Joining together, two separated before chance of meeting
She licked her lips, as if the magic would deliver his mouth to hers

Return soon, Christopher John Mazey