My forehead is pressed against your door
My weight braced by my arms
The shadows even Carvaggio couldn't capture
Then suddenly my world falls
You open the door and I stumble into your arms
Only to look up and see the definition
Of surprised and concern
"I have been here for years!"
"Warm me with stories and company and alcohol!"
One finger you press to my lips
And set me down the couch
The fever shaking away from my bones
Till I close my eyes and sleep for the first time