I don't know where I'm going.
                             are you drifting from me?


And I know where I would like to be.
                                                   the tide is coming in..


So, this is how it ends.
                      and now the water is at your feet.


Is this what drowning is like?
                                     the ocean is in your eyes, no turning back now..


I'll stand at the shore.
                     *but you are already floatimg away.

Heartbreak is
the words
we left unspoken,
lingering between our lips
and left in an
abandoned corner,
like the always forgotten --
forever awkward,
transition between
winter and spring.
It’s harsher than
the crisp,
frozen air,
whipping against numb,
crimson cheeks.
But it leaves you
paralyzed,
filled with sleepless nights
accompanied by
the ceaseless rain
down your face,
embedding your daily routine
with “what if’s,”
damp tissues,
and *“why.”