I wonder when it is your coming home.
I sit and watch endless sunsets.
The sun never rises; I'm always too late.
Sometimes I feel you rocking my chair - a sign?
You will come home won't you?
I keep writing you letters.
Poor you. Poor me.
Pour me? Into the ocean.
Into love. Us.
I'd thought for a while you were fixing me.
A mirror smashes,
You put it back together.
There were always shards missing.
So small but infinitely important.
And the second time
it's even harder.
To piece together.
More blood
Spilling
Tears?