Better half

There are oceans where her name goes unknown

There are deserts where she does not go

There are kingdoms where she has never been

For I have been to them all

To know a place that does not know her is no place to be at all

I wander this dreaded earth

Like a broken wooden trolley

On endless meandering broken tracks

Going nowhere

Hurtling towards pain,

Lurching from one disappointment to the next

Searching for her in vain

“Where is she?” I call out

As the boulder around my neck grows ever heavier

“Who? her?” They say

Will I likely ever see her again?

Will the air come back to my lungs again

Will I ever smile again?

Just to see her again requires the expertise twirling of infinite plates on my two hands

Let alone to hold her

Just to see her I must hold this earth upon my shoulders

My shoulders desire to hold this parched scorched earth and much more

If only to see her, to hold her

So that I can smile again

So that life will be filled with life again

Without her I am a plant who has not seen rain

I yearn for her whenever I go

To one day see her again

Even if that means following her to the ends of the earth

It’s where this endless journey will once more start again; to continue

Where ever she is

For I cannot be without her

Not for a moment

Not ever

She is my dear girl gone to Ireland

My sweet lass

I’ve been to hell and back

This boulder around my neck weighs heavy but not more than the love my heart beats for her

So onto the rocky road to Dublin I must go

Because truly only the heart knows

And so I follow

It back to her

My better half