By dreamheather@hotmail.com
Date: 6 August 1997

Phantom Storm

Will this job ever stop?

I really hate
doing the same thing
over and over
with no end in sight.

This work is thankless, repetitive,
caught in the loop, constantly regathering,
the pieces of my shattered heart,
the recurring wind of Wayne keeps scattering.

He blows in without warning.
Even when all is outwardly calm.
Sending my heart's pieces soaring,
then just like my tears, they come raining down.

Now I spend all my time bracing,
for each next blow.
Hoping and praying
while waiting for the storm cycle to slow.

Praying for time. Hoping for help.
So after the next gale comes,
the pieces I'm able to gather, pickup,
this time to last, are at least equal sums.

Wayne, every time the wind of you blows through
I pray for less force.
That the power of you on my life
takes a less heartfelt course.

So the shattering stops.
And the scattering stops.

To allow me the time, and the will,
and the want,
to start mending the shell
of what's left of my heart.

And hope.
There are enough pieces.
And pray.
I'm not left with too many holes.

For my broken heart
to ever again
hold the joy
of another man's love.

When will this job ever stop?