My house was built on sand.

When the high tides came
it was washed away.

Caught up in a riptide.
Struggling to stay afloat.
Further and further out into despair.

Black flags wave with no breeze.
Salty tears sting my eyes, blur my reality.

I'm drowning in sadness.


The surf crashes onto the shore leaving in its wake my tangled & twisted memories.
Constantly, endlessly, relentlessly, churning.
I've grown tired of fighting its pull.

You keep me submerged in the black cold waters.
Desperately clinging to what I once thought was true.
The love that once buoyed me now keeps me floundering.
I can no longer touch. I've become frightened.

Panicking to cling to something real, something tangible, something to hold.
We were real.
I think
Maybe?

Release me.

Maybe then I can find the strength to head toward shore.