Dolphins

Navigating the tumultuous

waves of your anger and pain

makes me afraid

that we’re going to drown.

That we’re gonna lose

the connection that has

held us together

through black tides and

tidal waves.

The dark humour and

appreciation for sarcasm

has allowed us to laugh

at the heartache and

stick two fingers up

at doubt.

But doubt has a dorsal fin

and has been circling

beneath me

for some time now.

I’m beginning to sense

it’s presense

before i fall asleep.

All that space,

all that potential for

negative and dangerous

manisfestation,

gives me bad dreams

and i will often wake up

stifling a scream.

Your eyes can be so hard.

And I am not a hard individual.

Doubt resurfaces

in the manner in which

you walk,

always forcing me to keep up,

and the derision i hear

when you talk to me

down the phone.

Will we make it?

Or will the storm

tear us apart and

fling us to opposite ends of

the ocean?

I’m searching for dolphins.

If I lose you

I’m gonna need a couple

of dolphins

to point me in the direction

of home.