You never return from some things,
yet the body carries on. Sometimes
it even travels, reflects light, 
But when you knock, there’s no one home.

How did I leave you? With the bitterness
and disappointment of innocents.
How did I return? Like a woman
who has nothing left to lose or hope for. 

The mind still plays tricks, 
But often the hands fall slack, I miss
all five senses that left in a hurry
but return where I need to belong.