Salt

 Hello my familiar island of fear.

Inside of my hardened heart.

An island of rejection, amongst a

sea of bad memories.

Alarming testimonies, and failed

matrimony.

Hello, old familiar friend, how nice

to see you again.

It's been so long since we saw

one another.

A trend I rather fancy.

Whence you return

My heart is the dead sea.

So full of salt,

There's no room

for anything but misery.

Woe is always me, with you

and I waltzing to and fro.

Will I ever find the strength to 

let you go?

Indeed I hope, I plan not to

fret.

To sweat the things, of your 

agenda.

In time the lows, will be

memories.

Instead of the sounds and sights

of mine.

All throughout my time.