Lights hovering to an almost black ocean,
And the wind beckoning me.
A search for peace
Leads me to the memories in her
I had to let go...
And I sit back and let it fall into me, how she will be gone soon, like Summer..
And just like I predicted.
But, she only comes In,
After him,
As I read the night sky,
And sigh,
Knowing it never had to come to this.
So instead,
I walk out alone, from a job I tell myself to be grateful for..
And I repress the fleeting feeling, that longs, for the suffering to be eased.
Companionship, the cure to a droning society...
But it is no cure for me.
Just like, it almost feels,
There is no place for me either.
I let it be fleeting- knowing it's all something I have to let go.
Also knowing,
That's all I know,
And I'm tired of ripping pieces from my soul, only to watch them leave.
No other choice but for it to be okay.
What it was, wasn't love anyway.