Swept, Away
Written in collaboration with Edward H
Binge watching you break my heart,
With the plot twist in season II,
I am cancelled without a finale as,
The rally’s failed miserably,
And I have, too.
All these moments, I have felt you let me down.
As you’ve tucked me away
In some shoebox in a bedroom closet,
Lightly packed, but never folded.
Fringe, mocking me mercilessly and,
I haven’t found all the pieces yet.
Guest starring in my own story,
I am not the hero,
Is there any part of me left?
My breath catches on my left shoulder,
As I look behind me.
It’s cool and passes by like a breeze through a window.
I long to feel it again,
Just to feel something worth anything.
On a shelf, I find this picture of you.
I take it down, but I can’t say your name.
I don’t want to remember the sandcastles we built,
While the waves are crashing down.
Around me
Around you
Around us.
You there.
In places, apart.
