I Await You

I Await You

Sluggish, slow.
The crawl towards one another
happens this way.

Eventually.
Each being will reach its corner,
its new company.

Civilizations
grow. Weeds spread and
are cut down.

The crumbling
should not garner fear.
All things fall

inside themselves,
an inner collision, fluttering
down, melting.

I await you,
we say to selves asleep, and
to others

we stir towards,
shakily, leaning our bodies outward,
blossoms into light.