I often drown in my thoughts while lying in my ocean-like bed.
Becoming more and more seasick each time you appear in my head.
Once upon a time I wanted to be a passenger on your battleship;
or more like your co-captain.
Pretending as if the waves didn’t bother me.
Imagining the never ending storm called us was just precipitation
and not a natural disaster;
our unnatural disaster.
As much as I wanted you,
the sun appeared the day you walked out.
It was beautiful.
I
became
beautiful.
Years of tears evaporated by the light of a new day
and suddenly I became grateful for all you never were.
Your poisoned waters may have crippled my soul
but your absence made me new.
Now I’m laid back, sailing through life,
as you fade into the rear view.