The memory of you comes in waves,
Some nights they come crashing,
And some days I feel the gentle ripple
Against the edges of my memory,
As if you turned into sand and cascaded,
Slipping right through my naïve hands,
I tried to clutch onto each grain of sand,
You drifted away, what more could I say?
You wouldn’t hear me anyway,
You simply just drifted away, out of mind
And with each passing of the tide,
I let you and your haunted memories go,
You were the arrow and I was poised,
Shot my longbow, watching as you soared,
Fading into the red and yellow hues,
Soaring away from me and my ocean blues,
I walked the scars of my heart to the graveyard,
Where past friendships lay buried, their ghosts
Clawing at me, desperately trying to remind me,
Of all the times I let them down, as if they were
A lock and I just didn’t have the right kind of key,
But your grave rested in the deepest chambers,
Down in the depths of murky waters, through a
Pitch-black cave- where I had demons locked away,
The walls were shacking threatening to concave,
That’s where it was, chipped and rotted away,
Was your grave, which I used to visit everyday,
So I smashed you into tiny pieces, and carried
You to the edge of my subconscious, right by the
Shoreline, watching as you cascaded into sand,
Releasing you from once naïve and trusting hands.