How many minutes
have been lost to hours
in promises that you’ll be back?
some time for healing-
find the spirit you seem to lack.
Your words still hang-
where you left them,
like shadows cast against the wall.
Look one way
they say, “I love you.”
Another? They mean nothing at all.
How many days
have I sat here,
believing that my love you’ll miss?
Casting hope across murky waters
lost to the seas-
my mind’s adrift.
Copyright © 2014 Susan M. Wolfe
Mind Float, December 20, 2014-All Rights Reserved