there was a fleeting ebb
to what was once
adored-
an irony to emptiness
when you're so hollow
you are self absorbed.
and i taste the salt
above my skin
i remember
an ocean of love
in summer-
an affair without sin
a bitter gust delivering
sudden alterations
as i stand against it
to combat change
in this destiny so delicate.
but i breathe it in
just to miss you
for it's something
close to nothing
but grains of memory
are revealed in sand
and i'll feel the cold heart
of winter on my sleeve
in time for summer
to live again-
to hold comfort
in my hands;
to forget
what it's like
to leave.
for i've learned there's more
to life worth keeping
than the arms of a boy
whose soul is weeping.
isolation was your
closest thing to closure
while these breezes
turned to bruises
and all instances
refreshed my past.
driving away or
driving me away
either one was
to justify all of which
you wish you could say.
you said "love is not a toy"
but you were just a boy.