As you sit in the dark room

Your hands bound

Your heart on the ground

My heart lies beside yours there

 

Black water cold and deep

Laps up around your ankles

And mist cools the very air you breathe

And my throat is full to see you there

 

My throat is full of unshed tears

My spirit aches to hold you

My shoulder is dry without your tears

I offer it up to you

 

The sounds of your silent screams

Are deafening

If only my love were enough

To heal your sadness and anger

 

If only love could lift you up

To see where she went –

She has gone over the wall

To the other side without you

 

If only she could have stayed

A little longer

The pull was strong

The call was heard and she said “here I am.”

 

 

By Diane E. Dockum

©July 2009 (original) and April 2016