ComingBack

~ T M Mulligan

And like returning to

The highland getaway cabin

After a particularly devastating

Winter I stare upon

The blank page upon

Where I would go

To hide from coldness

Arms where I found

Comfort lips where I

Sought refuge laughter which

Blocked out the blinding

Heated light of despair

Only to find them

All gone these revelers

Once the wine and

Warmth turned to ash