Eyes open to woes
The cawing of kids like ghosts
Creeps over me
The fingers through hair
The trickle of tiny tears
The cracks in our speech
And there in your room
She changes your life with tubes
And gargles and glee
In front of these eyes
Of tired and aching hearts
Where she could have been
In the sea tides hold me
On the air wings fold around me
A lion a lamb
A song that brings breathing back
To colourless lips
You need to be red
And belong to a mouth that moves
And touches your head
Which covers your brain
Which translates the sounds he make
To words that you keep
Wrote down in verse
Under the place you sleep lightly
Where he used to be
In the sea tides hold me
On the air wings fold around me
There in your womb
There is a child that blooms into a tree
A stretch of an arm
Your voice keeps me safe from harm
A girl in the sea
I watched as she swam further away from land
Onto the breeze
There on the sand an imprint of someone's hand
Mine fits perfectly
