Magnanimous Earth,
Giving without receiving -
One last sunset, death.

what
do  you
do     now
that    i    am
not                 a
part                    of
your                       life
do                          your
hands                    feel
the                 same
do             your
hands   feel
the  same

there is something serene
about  being  held  under
t h e pressure of an ocean
of a year's  worth of your
words.      i       sunk      in

                               quickly,

my only goal  b e i n g to
find the bottom in hopes
that  the  answer  to   a l l
your  problems might  be
down  there  somewhere,
but instead it  w a s thick
and   dark   and   when  i
looked back  i could  just
barely seethesunthrough
the   water.  n o w   i   am
s        t         u        c         k
in bubbles and blurs and
i swear all these canyons
down herearewhispering
sentences  o f   yours  i've
b e e n  trying   to  forget.
"you are  m y  light at the
end  of  the   t u n n e l . "

you
used
to look
at me like
i  had  been
plucked out of
the sky by some
magnificent being
just for you, like my
heart   was   n o t   an
abandoned  house, like
my fingertips could spell
out your  future  in the air
right before your eyes. god
what if i never find another
person  who will  love  me
the same  way you  did?

why
is       it
so hard to
tell          you
g o o d n i g h t
when i know
i'll see you
again
come
morning?
i read once that
the soul doesn't know
time   or   reason,   it   only
understands when it's
not whole.  i guess
that means
you're
m   y
missing
piece  ,  the
one    i've    thought
was too lost to be found
(my      hands      don't
s h a k e     w h e n
y  o  u   '  r  e
around)