Where I am From

I know of a time of goodbyes

Baked in relief and regret;

Of towers sculpted from ebony

One cannot ascend

On a dark, dark night

When spiders crawl;

Of the droning whir

The fan creaks –

Silent sound

We here in the night;

Of the received mail

Coated in drama

Born from white lies

But dew drops;

Of two princes in a bed

One asleep,

One praying,

Both dreaming;

I know of goodbyes

In relief and regret.