The moment we said goodbye is the moment you melted into my mind;
you've become an ocean
in which the very heart of me
is
drowning.
But the tiniest piece of me has been left on the shore.
I don't know why this insignificant little piece was preserved...
It makes desperate attempts to avert my gaze from my drowning heart,
and it seems to be saving me,
temporarily...
But this little piece, too, is swallowed by waves
at the most unexpected times--
so determined to ignore the ocean,
to ignore the memories of you,
and to erase the image of my tattered, drowning heart,
that it does not see the oncoming tidal waves--
the waves that swallow it whole,
drowning it in sorrow,
dragging it out to sea and holding it under as it thrashes about,
before tossing it again onto the shore.
This happens again,
and again,
and again.
You'd think this tiny piece of me would learn
that after one wave another will inevitably follow,
but it's a resilient little thing--
hell-bent on keeping me afloat and
distracted from the state my heart is in.
It kills me to watch this little piece be swept away and returned
Swept away and returned
And I wish with everything in me that
I could calm the ocean