Lost At Sea

Futile attempt to make someone realise what they will never realise.

You write to me from the deepest place
the darkest place the furthest place.
I think you may be under water but
there is no drowning and your heart
beats a lie that this life is good.

Without me.

And I wonder was it worth it then?
Showing those purple lights,
flashing lilac stars - to fill my stage
for an empty theatre.  I sold no tickets.
My invisible audience laughed,
although one threw a rose that I later
learned had been born a crafty nettle.

You cannot live without me you say,
so I keep your body in a locket.
I wear it sometimes at night.  I am curious
to see if you can suffocate me even now.

I continue to live.

Do not speak to me in those dreams.
I will not answer and I will not remember
the desperate pleas you make.

I may cry.
Water will eventually rise and my tears are no different.

You read every word of this three times
until I write what you want to see.

No.

I have thrown it away.
The meaning remains the same.

© Morney Wilson