For the dverse prompt—poems that could save a life. This is about friendship and dead-end relationships. Save a life? Maybe.
How can I save a life when I am lost,
falling through the slender trunks of silver birch,
ghost white in the river mists?
There were so many paths we could have trod,
the rules bend and break for such as us,
but we wandered where the trees grew dense,
the mists hung thick,
and things we loved we lost beside the way.
You ask for words to soothe the gnawing pain
of lover gone and walls that fall away,
but I have none to spare—
the hollow trees have swallowed all my dreams
and where birds sang the rooks croak in the gloom.
But take my hand and look into the night,
rook wing-black and ragged as my heart,
together we may find a falling star
and in its wake, the streaming morning light.