Clinging to life after my fall
     in love with you.
Lungs coated black from the dust of your condemned foundation.
Intermittently you allow me a moment.
Intermittently I feel whole.
The aftermath of her disaster,
   you cling to her like she is the river that courses through your veins.
She is an unforgiving sea
  with tidal emotions.
And you are to me.
I'll tread softly through your rubble
  desperately in search of something left whole.
All the while
     I'm existing in the wake of her ghost.