Enough

What can I say in the face of your tears, your longing,

Your breaking heart?

How can I take your aching, bruised and dented unravelling

And make any sense of any of it?

Your hand in mine is resting, your head on my shoulder resting

You lean on me trusting

And I am quietly waiting, waiting for you to awaken from this present dream

With all it’s garish and floodlit dismay

With all it’s cruel and clumsy highlights

And knowing that you will return to loving with full-spirited grace

Dance again with joy and gratitude for life and living

Keeps me quiet, still and beside you with your hand soft in mine

It is enough