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.