Stuck in the Middle

Given to me, so young but so true
It sings to me, sings softly but sound
An ongoing reminder about what I found
It gives me strength when I’m down
and endurance, since it's needed now.

I dream of the ocean
The site of the trickling whitewash crashing against the dunes
The silky water gently brushing against my toes
The thundering torrent thrashing out deep, the place where it all began.

So far yet so close
Meaningless travel embedded but needed to be forgotten
It sways nearer my heart
Every mile lesser apart.

It tears my soul in two
One for Luke, one for Harry
The ravine is a gaping wound
Throbbing a nauseating sound through my brain
I wish I could see them again.