You raise an eyebrow
at the sight of my silhouette entering the room
but I will not turn back.
A dark shadow covers your face, a phantom,
but I am not afraid.
You whisper to No One in particular
"Do you know what she did? What she's capable of doing?"
as if the re-telling could re-bind my chains
but the Truth is this feast, this banquet of love
and I will eat.
I will not reject the beauty before me
because you chose an empty, bitter portion.
I will come as I am
shaking and unsteady
heart racing and pulse quickening,
I will come.
A table has been prepared
with fresh flowers and flickering candles
with wine and warm bread
and I will not refuse it because of
your blackened heart, your refusal to be filled.
I will sit and save a place on my right and left.
I will beckon to the quivering shadows
to my broken brother and sister
who wait for an invitation:
"This is for us! Come!"
Hungry and human, we will eat this
feast of love set before us
while you watch with starving, unmovable eyes.