Almost Every Night

That war can be devastating with no one to claim victory.
It's a beautiful, sad write Nik.
The first two lines are hitting with the truth.

remorse, & the scars of battle, in your poem. exemplary...

I enjoyed your take on this subject...

Great reading you again,dear lady,great lines
:)

a beautiful sadness /  wish ye was here at 'my' ocean

good to see yr writs again

Amazing write Nikkie... I have missed you.


XOXO
Fire

I hope a rocket crashes somewhere close by you then and out pops a new mystery man...

a beautiful poem of love and loss, and the pain that you feel when you loose the one you loss.

So much said in so few words. I could feel every line. Wonderful write.

Ah the wars of love always end with a pyrrhic victory. So touching Nikki!

Every night. Sigh.

"I dream of you like you're dead
In a sense you are"

I totally can relate to that .. ox

Bittersweet resignation!  Concise, concentrated feeling, excellent, Mike.

Momentum lost? Love and Rockets. So Alive.

I have crossed this ocean and lost the war. How continents drift so far apart so swiftly defies logic and love. Hearts collapse onto the ring of fire to be swallowed up in burning saltwater tears beyond a mountainous divide hidden just beneath the surface that goes unnoticed until the ship runs aground. The hull is breached and a flood pours through the hallways that once gave safe passage for lovers to laugh and play. But then the sinking feeling can be ignored no more and only death can rescue the survivors from endlessly drowning in their own salty tears. To Captain this vessel bares the responsibility of going down with the ship or abandoning it in disgrace. How can it be the only choice when the cruise began in a port of calm waters and sunsets of blue and gold with pink ribbons and cotton pillows? JJ

You had me on the first line. Love the power in this ink ; )