The earth swallowed you,
and all I could do was watch.
You drowned, so did I,
in my own incapability.
Once when you came to my doorstep,
I saw my horizons dip
and I turned away;
would you be coming again?
The sun rays are cathartic
in a way best left unexplained.
The moon exploded in my eyes
that blood-flooded night.
And yet, I didn't have a choice;
or, did I?
I try to bury the memories of
the familiar rhythm
as my body longs to sleep.
And all I can muster again is you...
You, who left without complaining.
You, who took the sails down
even before the storm came in.
You, who knew you were not to be.
I whimper into the night often,
for that's all I can ever do
about you.
The eternal lump in my throat,
I might take to my grave...
