Telling me I am enough. The words come, a flood of your pain, Poured out upon my already wounded heart Truth, turned bitter, by pain. An angry bludgeon beating away. Healing takes time. You reach out to hold me, Lash out to hurt me.
Fear is the distance Too great to traverse.
Words build walls, Regrets can not tumble. When I think of you, The Sand, the Sea and Hilton Head, Come back to me. All the things we thought would be, Are Driftwood on the tide. When I reach for you, It's salty air and shifting sand, With windblown hair. In yesterdays, I find you there.