Darling

Screaming your name,

Into that howling wind and deep abyss,

Tearing my throat from my rage,

Cursing you, and calling you names,

Body shaking with anger and guilt.

You stand there,

enduring the howling wind and deep abyss,

Wincing for my broken voice,

Smiling sadly as I berate you,

Your body is still with sadness and patience.

As I'm left as an empty husk,

You meet my eyes and take my head in your hands,

Whispering softly into my ear,

"I'm still here, darling.".