Knees and Fists and Teeth

I lost him long before the fog rolled in,

the sound that sound cracks make

the glass would break

when I would be framed-

if I had known, I would have not missed handwritten notes,

the small signs amongst the hollering

and the erosion- the brick walls and the attrition

of something I counted up

brick by brick, counting myself safe

and if I knew he wasn't waving anymore

maybe I would have left the lighthouse and gone somewhere alone

but I am lonely

I miss him, I miss the swing of the lighthouse beam

calling out for him

i will find a way back to you

I had only one light  shining and it was for him.

I lost him long before the rocks came apart

and the lighthouse fell into the sea.

come back to me

I would say, but who am I talking to?
Myself, I guess.