A Frame. A Light

Breath held by the door on
Damp-dust window sills.
Be awake!
No. I Can't.
I Can.
The silence tells the truth.
Why did I wait?
Be awake!
No I can't.
I can.

Grey from cinder.
Kiln-words in the fire.
"Alone".

Across from me
An empty frame,
But light against the wall.
Your light against the wall.
Come home to me!
Come home to me!
Your light against the wall.
Your light against the wall.

Oh so long ago.
Oh so long ago.