Above

Up above—on the edge,

Bittersweet remorse hanging loosely—

Hung over my head.

Memories disappear one by one

All I remember now is the sea.

And somewhere deep inside of me

I wish for it to take me away.

Your voice is remembered fondly

But unfortunately it too

Is bound to fade away.

I am sitting on the edge,

With an empty mind and rocks below—

Salt wounds and a damaged brain,

I wish to hold your hand

Before I let go.

      DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com