Halo

Got some kind of halo hanging over me,
Still here.
Despite no poems having come in months,
Still here.

Have not walked in the woods
Or held a baby

Or looked at you like it was the first day we met,
Or eaten a juicy apple with the nectar dripping 
lasciviously down into my cleavage
Or taken a picture
and sent it to you at work
in months (some of those are lies)

But I'm still here. 

Still, I'm here. 
I'm here, still. 

And i will be here. still

When the time comes
that you, 
With your big ideas and your
Bright words,
And your promises, and your talk of crows

Are ready

To see. 
And I'll still be here

When