Indelible

Sitting at my barren desk
With nothing but a black and white
To send delight to me so fleeted

I write you with blue ballpoint ink
With pointed words that make me
Think how every thought calls out to you
And begs you home

Away from dying and from friends
Who find their end in muddy deeps
Or dungeon keeps with tortures heard
Around the room but nothing further

So too my echoes travel here
Would that I'd whisper how I miss
You dearly but must wait

Till next we meet
'Neath heaven's gate
Embraced