When love comes to drown

Something for World Poetry Day: relationships...

Flood

When you cry,
I try to hold on
but you are racked with sobs
so mediaeval
you could be a thousand years away.

When you cry,
I get angry
but I don’t know what at,
because I can’t see what’s upsetting you
so, for all my tools and skills,
I don’t know how to fix it.

When you cry,
I move in to hug you,
but my strong arms
dissolve in your tears –
my legs follow
and we both start to fall.

When you cry
my world floods
and I forget how to swim –
submerged,
all teardrops are lost,
indistinguishable
in the saltwater surrounds.