Fleeting

The city is lonely, getting off work, and looking at the far dark distance, 

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.