I can see him now
bouncing around
in zero gravity
longing to join me
under sun-filled
Sycamore leaves.
He belongs to me
under my old skin.
I don’t know how
he ever escaped
leaving footprints
buried in the sand.
I need him as much
as he needs me.
All I have to do
is open my door
and welcome him.
He has always
been my closest
friend, and now
that I have lived a life
without any regrets,
I remain nothing
but an open door
for him to enter.