You’re coming home
Soon. Thinking of
You fills
me, thrills
me, kills
me too.

I took out the trash
Did the dishes,
Vacuumed,
The moon
Loomed
Late as
It grew
Later
And
At
1nce
A thought
grew greater—
I knew, I knew
With immediacy,
Love had gotten into
the deepest recesses of
my sinew—
into—
every trembling fiber
into
where the soul holds the heart
and I’m afraid,
afraid I won’t be able to continue
if we part

I’m terrified
and it’s verified
by my shaking
hands and

You come
through the
door— just like
any other day—
Yet, I see you, I
see you
in a whole new

Way