your homecoming will be my homecoming

by e. e. cummings 

your homecoming will be my homecoming--

my selves go with you,only i remain;
a shadow phantom effigy or seeming

(an almost someone always who’s noone)

a noone who,till their and your returning,
spends the forever of his loneliness
dreaming their eyes have opened to your mourning

feeling their stars have risen through your skies:

so,in how merciful love’s own name,linger
no more than selfless i can quite endure
the absence of that moment when a stranger
takes in his arms my very lifes who’s you

--when all fears hopes beliefs doubts disappear.
Everywhere and joy’s perfect wholeness we’re.