The arrows accumulate
reaching the reel of regret.
Creviced and cauterized
the tears I’d held back
now entwined
in the tarot of truth.
All my “would have’s and
should have’s,”all I’d need say,
forsaken by pride’s interception.
I heard you recovered, moving
on from my stark disappearance.
But etching the marrow
carves the sting that I’ll wear,
knowing how deeply I hurt you.
For now, we hold on
Lured by the lyrical
of the sea’s echolalia,
we dive in without wings
without promise.
We are whims on wild waters
dancing the dalliance
cohorts and codependents
wooed by the wave whirl
seeking segue to heaven
At the cusp of “forever”
for now, we hold on.
Painting Courtesy: Golden Tears and Kisses by Gustav Klimt
