at the gate

Meet me at the gate
My love, my only.
No, not the one by the field.
The one at the brink of your mind.
The cusp between silence and Everything After,
between here and beyond,
between what was and what can be, what will be, what must be.
Meet me there or I shall have to go alone.
For I must go.
Indeed, I have already begun.
Meet me at the gate, my love, my only.
Before it is too late.
And I am gone.