Forbear

Love in a salted wound I could wait months, or years for Finality For absolute seizure, by your fingers upon my blighted heart I speak in words like Devotion Desire But its all lost in my disorganization, Promises I can only hold above my head Like a great weight Supporting you and I As long as you can hold your attention Without looking away from my frailties My own erosions- that as they fall, Pass through you, Like snow between the bare branches of my heart. I am forever winter in the lack of Your presence. Waiting for the soft sound of your Footsteps in the lifeless air. Some sign of your journey here, That does not echo back to me, This is only a dream. I wait and wait and wait and there is only....