Comings and Goings

Perhaps, one day, the winds will bear up,
Accommodate the heavy whisperings
That waft hopelessly into the night sky.
Anonymous, they drift into the passing light
From aged stars thrown through prisms
Invisible in the blinding light of a cellphone screen.
"Do Not Disturb" post-its that I ignore -
A licence to enter your room, and the secrecy
Of every day of your life.
A text message, coffee (because you can't stand tea)
And forgive me when I spill it as I stir
Come look for me as I pretend to work
And we will speak of what we want to.
I closet myself in shortness and impatience
Thinly veiled, but deserting is not an option
Unburden, and what we talk of can bear no repetition
And tolerate no one else's hearing
And if I want to be angry, I don't think I can.
Your exile here is ended, your conscious life
Among walls with eyes and ears
And hushed voices that sit in judgement
Growing upward and outward will take its toll
And I will try my best to ride the wave.
Will you have changed the next time that I see you
Or can we pick up where we left off
And will you stride back in with laughter
That means that nothing matters
Or must I sit at the very edge for very long
And wait for you to drift back into sight?