The Visitor

A visitor calls when everything ends

After the world begins to turn again

Once flowers wither and wishes die

Weeks to years the time drifts on

Then unannounced, it’s by your side

Pulling at what you hold within

Arms will ache for another embrace

The warmth that can still be felt

Longing imagination lets you hear

Voices in silence that are not there

Or see a familiar face at a glance

That fades under desperate eyes

The hollow yearning for yesterdays

In the emptiness of quiet times

Without warning it passes through

To brush against the deepest wounds

Taking each time something new

Before slipping free the closing door

That holds the anguish in just so

And shuts against tender memories