It had been scorching from a time I can’t seem to recall anymore and lately your words had been ice cold but instead of saving us you held your breath and jumped off this burning ship into waters I refused to swim in. Inevitability is talk of the future but no one can see past the choices they don’t understand so I’ve been standing under a gray sky instead trying to cheer the clouds up with echoes off a sweet tongue that fall on absent company. The sky may be out of reach so instead I’ll reach for the stars in hopes that I touch a cloud on the way who may join tears with mine as we douse your lingering flames. What will be left of this broken ship worries me not for I know it will still move. Where it drifts I cannot say, but I understand now that perhaps sailing to nowhere may just be the perfect place to find myself.