We fell into a sea of heartbreak...
So much to say, so much left unsaid.
Your words circled like birds inside my head.
Our words collided on the sky
and through our souls a heart-wind blew.
Yet our lands and choices divided us.
Hung up on you, you floated
like a dream through my life
as smoke wafts above a fire.
But this heart-heated kindling
grew too hot, and we had to turn away
from the licking flames.
We managed to cauterise this pain.
We did - but it still hurts - it pulls.
Like a scar, it'll always be there.
With the cold wind at our backs,
we faced a different future,
in the winter of our discontent.
But now we can walk forward,
without looking so often back,
to the land of could, or should've been.
Logic has no place in our shadow-play -
and I feel that familiar soul-ache
more rarely as I drift through each day.
An ocean within and an ocean without.
Words without touch are a sunset
shrouded in fog, or a touch of frost.
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