The Return

She comes back, comes home To the Once Before He Went Away And falls into the lonely doorway To a house, now, unfamiliar, Hers The curtains block the morning sun The furnace fails to warm A howling wind, part wolf, part ghost Threatens to hold her hostage She misses Him, his mouth, his eyes He knows it, threads a needle of keeping her stitched To a life they used to share He is there, in pole vaulting passes Running swiftly, planted, Up High, Over Landing, Score, Somewhat Satisfied... Till he thinks he can do better, Opting for yet, another attempt At getting it RIGHT...Perfect She swallows the thick tears, salted and stinging Choking back the reality she waves away Wondering if it will ever feel good again, Coming home to a place, her dog no longer lives, Her lover no longer visits, A place where his left behind razor Rests on her bathroom shelf A place where nothing feels like a reason To return