i don't know how to talk to you-
i don't know where to start with you,
i thought this was a ship
worth sailing
"dreary weather
no match for us"
then,
it started hailing
you took cover
hid from feelings
of doubt
i put a shield
between us
i only wanted
to protect you
or at least make you feel
just as i had
with you
no calls
no texts
between us
a clean break
with a messy outcome
avoiding you everywhere
so you'd forget
no
this is not a letter to you
merely an adieu
i'm posting this on your wall
to let the world know
how people can fall
in love
and out
we wounded up here
on an island of fear
our ship had long sunk
all our treasures
in its trunk
the ocean washing
away our sandcastles
leaving a salty foam
in its place
i dream
of you from time
to time
you were a drink
i liked
for a while
a summertime destination
an iced-beverage infatuation
and
in case you were wondering
your taste
is lime
"In Arabic, the word وجد (Wajd) means a state of transparent sadness caused by the memory of a loved one who is not near, it's widely used in ancient Arabic poetry to describe the state of the lover's heart as he or she remembers the long gone love. It's a mixed emotion of sadness for the loss, and happiness for having loved that person."