you will come to me
some day
in the tired
afternoon

I will have waited
so many
moons
nights
years
but you will come

I will have drawn a picture
of you
in that late breeze
that will slide
and fall
into me
when you come

I will have detailed
the shape
of your love
every crisp
edge
and weighted
silence
you will bring to me

when we
meet
in the tired
afternoon