Invisible... Poem by Nestor David Armas

I'm sitting

On an invisible chair;

Waiting for you

My invisible friend,

I take a breath

And exhale;

The cold air,

While the waves pounding

Against the shore,

Shower me in it's mist,

Keeping me aware

Of the reality of it all,

I'm lost in thought;

Wishing you were here,

Next to me;

Because next to you

I'm alright,

But without you,

I might as well

Dive right into

This ocean;

At least it could

Embrace me,

And I could belong

At least for this moment,

Until I acknowledge the next

Like the tide you come in,

Batter me; erode me; crush me;

Great big blue;

Sand in my toes; I'm sinking...

(05/05/2011)