Lost At Sea
The surface of the sea calms after the storm
Revealing the wreckage.
I search for the perfect words
That will breathe life back into you, into us,
Resurrecting our love.
I fear they don’t exist.
How could any singular phrase or plea
Encompass and do justice to the complexity of who we are
And what we could have been.
Yet still, in desperation, a whisper escapes my lips.
Forced out into the open
By my last remnant of hope.
“Choose me, love me.”
Words so desperate and small,
But heavy laden with desire and pain.
Like me they are untethered and drifting
Without you as their destination.
A flare sent into the night
Surrounded by a blanket of darkness as far as the eye can see.
They slip away, fading into blackness once more.
What was this brief moment of clarity flashed before me
Lighting my world
Only to leave me yet again surrendered to the shadows?
No help is coming.
The horizon holds no sign of hope.
I thought the death of us
Could be swallowed up in the victory of His promises.
Rescued.
But what is life without death?
How can we know joy without passing through sorrow?
Life and death are one
Even as the river and the ocean.
As are you and I.
So I let our love sink into this watery grave,
Submitting to the current pulling us under.
Like so many treasures and lives claimed before ours,
So now is our love,
Lost at sea.
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