Compromises

There will be…

A sharp, dry 'sense'

Lodged in my throat

and eyes...

...Nothing new

Yet still intense

Love’s pleading compromise

 And there will be

Soft whispered prayers

As I reach to the moon

Amidst the flow

Of thought and tears

And parting

Way too soon

…and there will be

Forevermore

The ‘what if’s’ and the ‘why’s

Within my soul

The ocean’s roar

Within my ear

Your sighs

Oh, there will be

Until we meet

A cruel and kind delight

To know love’s memory

Bittersweet

Sleeps with me every night

J~