Salty Tears

Salty Tears


And here I sit…

…in pain,

open to the forces of grief,

holding you dear, by shores,

waiting for the tides to wash,

for the winds to change,

and rushes of you to occupy my dreams.


Here I’ll remain to my very end,

sitting statuesque, with you breathing our souls,

forever inhaling the air we shared,

on these sands of now salty tears.


And so here I stand…..

crying, not shouting,

pushed to one side by eternal waves of mourning,

bludgeoning through my sadness wherever I roam,

to remind me (as you lay in second worlds),

that your absence,

is not what is seems…….



©Nick Hawkins Poetry 2016


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