Coming Back Poem by Susan Lacovara

Are you coming back to kiss me and confess that you have missed me like a soldier who resistant went to war...and in cause I never noticed, you presenting, like a lotus, step inside so full of stride, my open door...
In the hourglass of dropping sands, came a time to throw up both your hands, reaching back for what you thought were better days? Were there torns that pierced your hardened heart, or petals, pieces pulled apart, that makes you want to pause and hit replay...what was once so gleamed as glorious, was in fact for you laborious, but the only comfort you have ever known...if I dare to smile again at you would my heart now mended come unglued..taking home to nest, the bird whose love had flown...am I silly now to wonder, comes the sunshine or the thunder.. leave behind and look ahead to start a new...does it really ever matter that within my rambled chatter...lies the underlying fact..it's always you.