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