The “Goodbye” I did not choose!

I see the ocean’s mirror and watch you vanish into it.
Further and further, the waves carry you away.
The memory of you grows vague.

The short time we spent together felt like coming home.
And then, I was robbed of that home again.
You were ripped from my mind, once more.

I look at this picture, and all I see are your eyes,
eyes that hold me captive,
eyes that make me miss you,
make me wonder:
Is it you as a person I long for, what you truly are,
or is it what you made me feel?

You were my home, my haven.
Now you’re gone. Again.

And now, I must board the ship once more,
sailing the ocean,
Hoping to meet you again.

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