War Torn Hearts

I look up again – you are still there.

The fog has cleared yet the ache in my heart is still there,

I look down, feel for signs of life – yes, it is still beating …

once more I crawl to the edge, kicking loose debris


the water invites – many leagues below.

Solid as concrete shifting in wind driven sheets I gulp air,

can this keep on, if so for how long; my love? How I crave and long

for the warmth of the sun and that salty sea


without so much as a thought I hurl myself

again to a place I do not understand, have not been – nor remember

reaching for something to hold, arrest – something solid …

that place I know we can share.


I look up again – thank goodness – you are still there.