Island

She bides her time
On a secluded island
Avoiding nightmare filled sleep
Anything to keep her eyes from closing
And bringing you to mind
Food is not a necessity
Her body is not hungry for nutrients
It longs only for your touch once again
Your smile cupped in her bleeding hands
Your words a warm whisper in her ear
She floated here
On a wave of whiskey
So that she could not feel the pain
And the thud when she made land
She waits here, restless
As the tide rises
Slowly drowning the sand
The harder she clings to it
The faster it races through
The cracks of her fingers
She feels it slipping away
Like you and the love you once shared.