The coming and going

alone and broken
they leave me
unable to reach out
my hands bound
to myself
they leave me
in the dark
of night  light
of the midday
sun seared sands
parched squalls
they leave me
screaming
into my hollow
calling out
into these lands
of my free mind
They leave me

And return
smiling
plastic skin
and eyes of glass
they come to me
outstretched arms
an offering
to their guilt
they come to me