Five and a half years it has been and
the things I thought are
far worse than
the things I’ve said or
would ever dare say to your face
for decency’s sake.

Five times I’ve been to the sun and
half a time back and
only once have I been back to you
my friend and
I’m ashamed.

You’ve been wonder,
ashes and
swan s|kin
in all that time and
now you are word
locked up in the
confines of my bones.

But sometimes you are voice again
as though to make these bones sing.