I've seen you
In the corner of my eye
A whisper of a man
A suggestion of a dream gone haywire
I dreamt of tidal waves turning into tsunamis
Challenging skyscrapers and stealing breaths
In blind terror I wish I could hold you
Anchor deep, whiskey sleep
The erratic beating masks the steady breathing
I've seen you at your most vulnerable and loved you for it
Now you're gone and I'm grasping for words
Grasping for threads of conversation
Grasping for the end of the rope
End of the road
Whiskey sour