THE WIND PHONE

Lost at Sea

A poem

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I’d come to see you
over an ocean
13,000 km the width of my hope
the jet the engine of my will
I descended through cloud-castles
that dissolved in rain on a hard landing

You picked me up
to let me down
dropped me off
never to return
your absence
greater than Atlantic expanse

You built yourself a raft
then set yourself adrift

You left me on the land
to crawl alone from the grave of our joyous past
in painful resurrection
Lazarus with heartache

I couldn’t eat
I couldn’t sleep
I lost weight
sorrow was building its skeleton

I fed it memories of us
bloated with hope
it burst like the carcass
of a dead whale

Never to see you again
feels like you are lost at sea
with no body to mourn
the end of our love
a complete mystery