He stood on an ocean cliff misted by brine in the breeze.

He stood
poised,
unblinking
even as his tears met the sea spray,
eyes flushed rosy in the grey.

No words or sound of any kind
left his pursed lips,
clenched as they were around the
thought of his own
undoing.

Only the crash of waves far below, only the wind licking up the stone face broke the lengthening silence between the gulls, the clouds and the crying man,
all of them suspended.