Where do I even begin?
My only companion has returned.
Taken up residence again,
deep inside of my heart.
She came back with a scoff
and a look that suggested
“I told you we’d be back here,”
and black eyes that pity me.
She knows what she means to me,
is all too aware of what she does to me.
But I cannot keep her out of me
any more than she can stay away from me.
These chambers still have her touch
in every nook and cranny, in every arrangement.
No one else did more than sign the guest book;
save, perhaps, change the curtains once.
She doesn’t disapprove, has no cause for jealousy.
I just had some guests over while she enjoyed
a quiet vacation, so well deserved and long sought.
But now she returns to where she belongs.
Welcome back, my most familiar Empty.
You fill, again, my heart with yourself.