In subtle ways, the feeling of your imminent return you have relayed loud and clear. I close my eyes and let sleep take me. There, in what seems like more than a passing moment, you present yourself.
I thought I gave up on you. Though you left town, leaving me with a derelict broom and no waste bin to clean up your detritus. Why? Why? Why are you here? Did you ever, really ever, truly, really, ever leave?