Rescue

Breath failed me
in tears I thought I'd
already cried.

In the darkness,
the door closes again.
And again.
Again.

Adrift in lightless seas,
I will drown here,
the echo of a closing door
loud in my mind.

Nothing matters if
you are gone.

Silence.
I slip below.

Lighthouse flair,
a fractured gleaming in
my salted lashes.

"Still here, waiting,
Love.
Put your feet down.
Walk home to me."

Oct. 2000