Not for the first time
I wake to a hollow bed.
Slide from under the duvet,
Slip on my dressing gown.
Find you in the bathroom
Bathed in white light.
Wonder why you are drawn
to this cell.
You hug your knees to
your chest. Fortress.
Adrift in a sea of white tiles.
My soldier. Weary wanderer
of the battlefield. Wounded. Lost.
But not alone.
I bang on the doors of your heart.
Won't you let me in?
Enigma. Share your secrets with me.
You said you had felt the fires of hell
but had not lingered there.
It was me that had eased
the burning.
The way I held you in my own fortress.
Protect you from the demons
you would rather forget.
Fold my fingers into your own.
So we fit perfectly.
I let you know that I am here.
So that those without wings
may learn to fly again.