The Liquid stream that fills your veins

Blood made from the water, from whence you and I came.

The Blood that made our bond so deep bleeds from wounds

I cannot staunch its flow; perhaps I do not wish it so.

I loved you once, I still do.

Although you left me with a bleeding heart, time won’t heal,

I recall the hours and days, of unbridled passion that time can’t steal.

On lonely days I wander my way, to the coastline.

Not so many miles away.

Existence is like the ebb and flow of the tide.

 I stare out to sea, with no place to hide.

My expectation she would return, had long since died.

My sadness now amplified its how it is when you come home, down to the seashore.

Another wave rolls in; did I imagine her rising out of the water, like Aphrodite did?

I thought she was always going to stay, she promised me forever together.

 Now her words seem as hollow as an empty seashell.

 Leave me here in my own little hell.

The moon’s waxing and waning.

 The tide rises and falls, the song of the water like my lost siren’s call.

The sea will tell you if you listen to its call.

That life can be empty and nothing at all.

 A vital part of me is lost, and not found.

My heart will be empty, I am  alone until perhaps someday another can roll away my stone.

On a bitterly cold North wind, a solitary seagull cries.

 Salt water rolls from my eyes as I realise we are our own emptiness inside.

I am home by the water.

Melissa Kara December 2016-12-12