Lighthouse
Winds change direction
enough
for me to fear the damage
done in your heart.
Spoken words mean little.
lit by a fuel, a fire, a cocktail of death.
I want
to trust your tongue again.
Myself, stranded on this rock
waiting for the lighthouse to shine
a little hope in my direction.
You are held captive
and I…
I am so alone
carrying this love for you
until you can accept it yourself.
7-9-16