You left like a jumping fish.
If I had blinked,
I would have missed it
and seen only
your ripples
left behind.
I am a fish out of water--
Cliché, I know
(heartbreak is so overdone),
but gasping for
something Forever
Out of Reach.
She is a flying fish,
a fanciful gift
nature blessed
to glide through your life,
because you had water
and I, empty air,
and she could wing
beside you,
both of you leaving
your ripples behind.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
You left like a jumping fish.
If I had blinked,
I would have missed it
and seen only
your ripples
left behind.
I am a fish out of water--
Cliché, I know
(heartbreak is so overdone),
but gasping for
something Forever
Out of Reach.
She is a flying fish,
a fanciful gift
nature blessed
to glide through your life,
because you had water
and I, empty air,
and she could wing
beside you,
both of you leaving
your ripples behind.
