Now I’m no mathematician
but correct me if I’m wrong.
Last time I checked, ‘forever’
was more than one week long.

My fault, I suppose,
for wearing my heart on my sleeve.
It was there for loving
not as a wipe for your sneeze.

The smile on my face
is a lie at best.
What matters is the sinking feeling
deep inside my chest.

The highs are so tall
but the depths go too low.
It’s too dark down here,
no light left to show.

Such is this life,
no birds left to sing.
I suppose all that is good
needs replacing.

In honor as captain
I’ll sink with my ship.
Carelessly lost
like a last poker chip.

In the depths of the sea
I’ll have much time to ponder.
Why it went wrong
and what lays on yonder.