A night as dark as this and
it feels like I’m not moving.
The endless sea of dark
echoes the malancholy of my heart.
Memories fill the emptiness
with a tinge of sorrow and regret.
The could haves
and should haves
punctuated with everything in between.
There’s nothing left
but a cold shiver down the spine.
The poetics of space will leave an aftertaste
of you and me and how it used to be.