There you stand, like much before,
Feeling so vulnerable to me and so,
Here I am still feeling the burning,
Desire I felt so very long ago.

Hands in hands, warmth spreading,
Happy to see you here at my door,
Wondering why you decided to come,
But grateful in the now coming of you.

How are you now and what's occurring,
In the life you created when you left ago?
Secretly hoping you are stumbling, falling,
Without me there to be hero once more.

Noticing you hair, now a darker brown,
Dark eyes still searching, longing for something,
I invited you in, and you quietly accepting,
Entering the home I created alone?

I can't let you come here to continue,
The craziness that was what you once were,
Wearing my heart on my sleeve as always,
I must protect the man now I've become.

Why are you here?
What are you wanting?
Why not a letter or call to declare?
Never again, now only my friend.

Talking and drinking our tea at this time,
Laughing from memories, so distant now,
I notice you squirming, wanting to exit,
So, I hold you briefly and say my goodbye.

Now, as I watch from a window you go,
There you stand at a bus stop waiting,
I'm grateful and content the day changes,
But, lament the now coming, the now
coming of you.