Darling
We aren't done yet

It's a funny thing
Looking back
On a moment
That could've been
The last
It's funny when it
All comes down to
That single second
Where the current
Threatens
To pull you under
And then it lets go
And you can float
Among the broken boards
The damage from
The storm
Drifting in the
Aftermath

The past month,
I noticed something.
Everything makes me so tired.
I don't post poems anymore,
I don't write anymore.
Can't think of new stories to write,
All the colour is gone.
Things are made up at the spot,
Too worthless to deny.
I'm trying to control it.
The world is silently passing by.

You're amazing,
You're appreciated,
You're loved,
And you're valid.