i havent stopped crying since 9pm on that sunday
my eyes are raw and heavy and my hand is still bruised from unresolved anger issues
i can't remove the reason why because it's all around me
music whispers your name between lines
the breeze carries your soft hands over my skin
and every once in awhile a stranger will smell like you
but it's not you
and it won't be for awhile
until the day comes that i can kiss you and not sink into the ground
i will be sitting at the same beach that you told me you loved me
waiting for the tide to come in
and you with it