Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Reunion

When I come back,
the weeds seem to grow faster,
spreading like rumors
through the bricks,
waiting to entangle me.
When I come back,
the plastered walls,
already cracked,
seem to have grown new cracks
and the faucet,
long dripping,
has gained another drip.
When I come back,
everything moves faster,
and looks worse,
than when I left.