IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK
The Blued Waterfall Edge of Love, Lost and Found
A poem
At the blued waterfall edge
love’s tipping point of no return
sorrow tumbling over the precipice of you and me
a collapsing pier reminder of the love I lost, salty tears wearing me down, unravelling the place that once anchored us
I
submerge
into sapphire-bluing turquoise depths
unknown—why, when, where, if I ever resurface, find myself again
how do I breathe?
the very breath of my soul, my anima, ripped away
from the place where my love once found its home—you
I exist
in two places,
here and where you are.
~Margaret Atwood
without you here, where do I exist?
lost fog, lingering
in the mist-covered outskirts of time, I search for you
clutching entangled DNA strands of your love
unfathomable the thought, cannot bear loving anyone else
with bated breath, I strain on my tiptoes, desperate to bridge the gap between us, longing for our lips to touch,
you withdraw…
