Hurry Home

I wish you would come back
now
sooner than soon
faster than the fast you promised me when you said you would hurry
because I miss you something awful
something that calls out and shakes me
telling me not to let you get away
not to leave this hanging
off the same cliff its been desperately clutching at for two years,
reaching out, pleadinglingy
I was never allowed to reach back
but I always wanted to
now that I can, we're both unsure of what to do
at least I was, until you were whisked away
and there wasn't even the reassurance of the fingers
gripping at the edge
futile but always there.
Hurry home and
I know that as soon as I can,
I will be holding on tight to those fingers.