Will you, at last, converse with me
when I am gone?
When you alone supply our dialogue
what words will you give my non-existent voice…
the voice you fled from
the voice you rejected
the voice whose truth you feared…
Will you squabble with yourself
in attempts to assuage guilt
and replenish illusions shame created?
When all hope for resolution is no more
will you be at peace
with having waited…..?