Cuts & Losses

The loons cry out at night
A haunting howl across the seas
Where is my love?
Come back to me

Still waters shift
The loons are hunting
And I am proud of my blood
I am proud of my curse
The loons in me made me see.

The loons are howling
With beauty and grace
They cross the oceans
On broken waves

The loons are hunting
Go back to the shore
You’ll never know
What your heart is for

And you are not here
Not warm by my side
As I watch the snow fall
Each flake, breath by breath
Shifts down the high tide
And my wounds are left open
Unbound by your sighs.