When I arrive

(A poem.)

When I arrive,
the party will be over;
the lights will be dim,
the candles nearly burnt out.

When I arrive,
flies will have enjoyed our food;
mold will have settled in the wine;
the air will be too thick for sobbing.

When I arrive,
I’ll find your scent
quickly fading.
My heart will pound in my ears
as I tidy up.
I’ll sit, waiting,
wondering:
my love,
will you come back?