Through blackened nights,
grey, broken skies,
we set our sights higher upwards-
Looking unto the edge of night.
Looking at lost memories,
maybe perplexed at how things used to be.
Because now you're here,
and things will never be the same.
Only different.
I miss the oatmeal we used to eat,
laughing,
crying,
making fun of things that didn't matter.
Making fun of you.
Instead,
I close my eyes now.
And see the haven where I am free;
friends,
family,
everything I have missed ever so dearly.
The people I pretend to hate,
The things I pretend not to care about.
It all hurts so much,
can't you tell?
A storm is coming,
And I will wait here until the dawn.
Because-
Maybe. Just maybe.
When the storm breaks,
When the ships pass,
Will this harbour be as clear as it was before?
I wish so.
I wish for new voyages,
with you,
with the people I miss.
With the people who it's too late for me to apologize to.
I am sorry.
And the best part is,
They will never know.
If this is the end of all things,
then you and I... we won't meet again.
But you'll be here,
in my arms.
Sleeping.
What can you see, on the horizon?
Hopefully something more promising than the future with me.
The ships have come to carry you home.
And-
though we'll return to twilight and shadow...
There is always hope.
This leave is taking place,
This is the parting of our miserable friendship.
I am sorry,
flower.
I am sorry,
cat.
I am sorry,
everything.
Fall now,
right side up.
This isn't your last post.
This isn't the gate closing.
But this feels like the end.
You feel in a dark place.
Don't give up.
have faith.
Even when there is none to look to.
I am sad.
I'm sorry.
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