. . SALT WALL BURNING. By Ross E F Lombardi WIP . On this wall. This wall of Salburn, Of This town of Salburn by the Sea. . On this wall. Where the woman who once loved me, Once waited, Once waited here for me. . In this damned wall, This wall of pain. This Salty Burn by an acidic memory Sea. . My imagination haunts me. As she now holds another man, Another man in her arms. A man who is not me. . My self-flagellating cruel mind will, Rip my heart and soul. Tears a tear from eye. A constant gut-repeated punch, That will not let be. . For I know. No one now, Will ever mourn, Or ever wait again, Wait again for me .