the thud, thud, thudding of an empty heart
against a bitter soul
longing, yearning, surviving,
only for control.

the tap, tap, tapping of salted words
raining from the sky
"don't go! it's too dangerous"
if only she knew why

the break, break, breaking of a withered tree
against the storm it pushs
slowly now it crumbles
from tall oak to mere bush

the thud, thud, thudding of a broken heart
within its pitch black hole
longing, yearning, surviving
only for his soul.