19th January 2011

We may keep holding on
long after distance grows between us,
When the skies, greyer than grey
          block out the sun in the gloom of any day,
Oceans rise,
          and fall,
          and that may be all,
But you are still with me,
          breathing,
          holding onto the pieces you can reach.
And I’ll keep holding on
knowing that I miss you,
And I won’t be letting go
long after the distance grows;
waiting for the skies to turn blue.