depths

if you are still here with me

can you whisper something warm

or send a bird in your place

to bat its wings in my direction

and if you are not here

maybe you could somehow

emerge from wherever you are

(wherever you went)

to bundle me up in your sweet scent

if you find me today

and i’m still crying on this wooden bench

then maybe you could tell me

that you miss me

and that you’d do anything

to make your way home

to me