A Place For You to Come Back

When you’ve only been awake enough to see darkness

When the only air you’ve felt

is from your own hot breath

encircling the cave of blankets,

When the only sounds you’ve uttered are guttural

Or heard.

When the dishes pile;

a meal for one for days.

Hydration a chore,

a shower, more...

when your voice rasps,

a “hello,” for manners,

when your fingers clench 

nails to skin

indents to blood,

when the timbre of life cacophonous,

Rays overbearing and

a falling leaf,

camaraderie.

Silence is a friend.

A place for You to come in,

to come back.