Who am I, Bernard?

Welcome to absence, these open

Arms stretched as sundown.

Echo calls of words unspoken—

She hopes to watch you drown.

When you exist outside of me

Am I the waiting well?

For rainy days are far between,

In restless Asphodel.

If what they sing for is undone,

I’ll grasp the last whispers.

Over ocean, the storm sullen

Slowly starts to disperse.

Take a listen,

This is how the rain now sounds,

This is how it is to be

Skinned in something permeable.