If you were the ocean,
what body of water that
would be, but only salty
from the tears you have
cried missing me...

If I were sky, it would be the colour
of my eyes, yet cloudy with age,
and the tears would not fail, to fall
like hail from my cold and ***-
tant shaped heart.

There is one place I promise we can meet,
despite the gaps between us seeming, ever
grand and global,
keep your eyes on the horizon, run to meet me
there, as I fall from the heights for you...

yet I understand, if there is no softness in the catch...

again and again...I will fall.