Mourning After

I listened to your voice

Walking a tightrope of love

Across a canyon of fear

Crocodiles of hate snapping below

In a river of regret


With no way back

You were out of my reach

I could offer no help

Without disturbing your balance

And both of us falling


I turned to sleep

And fell to dreaming

Of losing my grip

On that tightrope of love

And a fall without landing


CLP 7th June, 2020


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