Stranded

I allow the thought to pull me in once more,

how gentle your touch once seemed.

How little I knew of myself back then,

trapped in a place, where time refused to move.

We had built our home on hollow ground

praying for the earth not to shake,

as I carried our love blindly, in both hands,

with the notion that my will was enough.

Still the tighter I held, the more that I lost.

Now here we stand, how many miles apart,

stranded in the aftermath of ignorance,

watching every promise unravel at our feet.