time and distance
too little and too far;
my love has sailed
away…
an anchor never hoisted
and sails with no wind
while I wait on the rocks
eroding.
salt is cruel
swept in my wounds
where sun burns it in
like crust…
why wait?
the tide is rolling
but you my love are working
to remain
away.
time is on your side
not mine.
I left the rocks so it is time to share this one.