Adrift at sea
No anchor to speak of.
That rope was cut long ago.
I stand at the window
looking out up on the world
like some young visage of an older woman
who stood here pining for love
many years ago.
Her shadow fills my mind,
or is it my own doubts and uncertainty?
Looking for the answer,
Where do we go from here?
My mind tells me its over,
my heart says "give it one last try."
The 11th hour is at hand,
a decision must be made.