Finished serving twenty years
For being a drunken liar.
I never tried a break-out.
Did the crime. Did the time.
That's a life sentence with good behavior
From you.  And, I have been good.

I had many visitors,
But you never sat on the other side of the glass.
Never neared the building.
And it got cold here.
Cold and gray.

(I heard you slept with a dead man)

You may have cried, but those tears have long since dried.
I'm paroled.
I long for what once was mine,
And I'm working my way back to you,
As existential proof.
Romanticism at its zenith.
Like, roaming the banks of Grasmere.
You're my Lucy, my Mary,
My Lady, collecting daffodils
Near the Abbey.
I will hear, Kiss me.
Though you may be breathless,
I will know.
My heart never lost sight or sound of my love.
It has never been out of touch.