She cried–

her grandmother

so dear and sweet

no longer here to wipe

away her tender tears.

It was all I could do

to ride out her rhythms like

waves of passion from

the sea tossing me where

ever she would go

I clung onto her

soul, like a lifeboat

in a sea of turbulence

she would deflate under

the slightest pressures and

then inflate with spirit

just long enough to keep

my head above water.

When the storm finally settled

we were alone

surrounded by four empty walls

and a broken window that only dreamed of sunlight,

safe once more

but no longer sound.



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