In the wildfire of some distant spring,
I know you’ll return!

Even if you come
Only after I’ve burned to ash
In that very blaze—
Still, you’ll return.

Even if it's just
To cradle the charred remains of my heart,
To hold onto the grief I left behind—
I know you'll return.

You have to return.
Someday. Somehow.

Perhaps to give something…
Or maybe, to take something away.