I'm alone at a wintry seaside.....the Irish Sea?
The Atlantic gale crashes the ocean against the unquestioning shore.
There is no one here but me.....my mind is on naught but ye.
The iambic cycle of waves cannot hide the battle-scar I wore.
I close my eyes as I'm overwhelmed by a sense of grief.
The constant dull ache from my war-wound is still hurting me.
Intense, short-lived....A beautifully deceptive myth.
Perhaps it's a love affair that wasn't meant to be.
I open my eyes and gasp for a long-forgotten gulp of air.
Realising you have never really been there.....
The sweetest of dreams or the cruellest nightmare?
I awake only to find a heart beyond repair.....