I was adrift at sea.
Every wave a thought of you.
Every star a hopeful future.
You were the lighthouse in the distance beckoning me to a a warm morning.

Storms raged the water and through the torrential anguish,
I watched the light in the distance.
I watched as it began to fade.
I screamed through the chaos and the fury, reaching out to you.
I grew silent as it vanished from view.


All of the beautiful plans and hopeful might have beens transformed into the torment of what was never meant to be.

The beautiful filth of you will not easily spew from my lungs,
but still I crawl back on a shore
distant from you.
Hopefully time will turn this memory of a lighthouse
into the faintest of ghosts,
one which only haunts in the blackest of nights and the loneliest of paths.