Is it disappointment with which the boat takes off from the pier knowing it happened but not the way the heart wanted?

And how does the heart keep wishing silently in the darkness where the light never reaches, shut away from the world that does not give?

It takes, it only takes.

Setting away from the city that calls, that calls, that will always call.

Does it kiss the shelf that leans against it, missing the island that travels seaward.

Flowing out into the distance, ocean tides swallowing and spitting the spray of the water in the silent home.

It was so easy to not be where being together could have been.

The gull races the ship.

The sun races the horizon.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

That you weren’t there, doesn’t mean you weren’t everywhere.

Romeo and Juliet.

The theme of the weekend.

Not a prince showed, not a mage breathed.

Alone.

Returning to the solitary lonesome existence.

Was it all to say this week?

All of it, the build up the falling down and nothing like an anticlimactic sinkhole of sand slowly

Wasting

Down

Goodbye goodbye

It has been 10,151 days, my love.

Without you yesterday, today, tomorrow. Without you. What a life without you.

I wish only for the poison upon my lips, and the blade between my ribs.

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