Watching the doorway, 
waiting to see you, 
surroundings turning gray, 
and I'm feeling blue. 
Finally, it sinks into me, 
a biting, freezing dread; 
its you I want to see, 
whether or not I turn your head. 
But you're not here; 
it's like a realization 
of my every fear, 
pain in creation. 
Then, feeling down, 
I notice you in the hall. 
immediately I lose the frown, 
you're here after all. 

March 19, 1985