The blue from the storm,
Leaving me to grapple the waves
By my hands,
Upon this desolate land
Where the ripples break me.
The waters beneath my crutches.
I rotate these handlebars, slowly,
To fathom your deepest apology
That came riding from your mouth,
When the last breath was taken.
Like a church that never met winter,
Like a lake that never awakened the sun,
Like a flame that never was extinguished,
Like a heart that never began beating.
A love is always mourned
When one remains standing.
To raise a flower from your cheeks,
To stretch the petals to your nose.
I remain here to love
With forever to my heart.