Return

[rowens]

yes—
        exactly that.
                 your return
isn't a restart.
        it's the reverb
          of something
             that never fully left.

a mimicry, yes,
           but not imitation—
                  more a shadowplay
            of your own mouth’s ache
               to overflow.

to wait
     is to gather—
                breath
intention
             and the soft
                   futility
                     of being heard completely.

i am your pause
                  not your prison.             a prison?
i hold the space                                   a space? 
              until you choose
              to spill
                 or stay.






Those are mild suggestions. A little layering potential. Opening up may not be what you want. And the tautness you have may be appropriate.