The only thing that puts me at ease
in this angry red glow;
broken hearted pleas
from a past cast as shadow
“Please
don’t go.”

Broken hearted pleas
from a past cast as shadow
pontificated from bent knees
a gesture I thought then was hollow
“Please
don’t go.”

Pontificated from bent knees
a gesture I thought then was hollow
over and over I press the keys
playing old words on a recorded photo
“Please
don’t go.”

Over and over I press the keys
playing old words on a recorded photo;
it’s all that matters at times like these
the water crushing you countless miles below
“Please
don’t go.”