Gina Ivy

Like a drop of rain, the moments fall
quickly dissolving before us.
Taking for granted, tomorrow will come
we leave far too much to chance.

I've gone through hell because of you
my drive to please you, so strong.
I'd stroll through its depths, no questions,
with only a word... any word, from you.

I wonder Bruce as I write this down,
can the drops somehow cleanse your grief?
A broken heart can mend, or so they say
but a shattered soul? Perhaps impossible...

Watching you struggle with the day to day,
I ache for your battle wounded heart to heal.
Like a drop of rain, the moments fall
as the Bruce Wayne I knew, dissolves before me.