The pristine expanse of glassy bluegreen
White foam tumbling into nothingness and resurfacing
Long shrill notes that rent the misty air
The high oceans, bedecked with flair
There a glossy fin, there a sleek twisting tail
Boundless eyes, with many a stories to hell
Drowning in freshness, in the midst of human greed
Tis the creed of the mighty ocean, from humane shackles freed

Senses numbed
Dumbing down the concerns of the hours
By bringing irrelevant history to the forefront

Knew how to love
Until her heart grew tired

Knew how to dance
Until here feet became sore

Knew how to sing the night into dawn
Until she lost her voice
And then she faded away

I have failed myself with such absoluteness
That not even death
Would be of any use

Mila had her life set
She knew it all
The exact amount of calories she required
The exact amount of sleep she needed
She even knew when to smile
Even knew when to help
And when to shrug off the matter and walk away
Knew why and how she did what she did
Knew how much love she needed to give
Gave up offers of promotions for those she believed were better
Let others take the rein, never flinched when they blamed her

But she was alone
No friends to keep her company
No family who considered her as their own
No lover to beckon her homewards
She lived in a house,not a home
For people hated her
As they failed to find her faults
And then hated her even more
Cause she was so kind to them all

All of this Mila knew
It was to her another challenge
That she was ready to overcome
But how can one improve perfection?

Lonely strangers
Sit together in a pub
Knees brushing
Hearts gone numb
They sit and think of the overcast sky
Seek to lose themselves in an ephemeral high.

Lonely strangers
Wait together for the bus
Sharing umbrellas
Separated in a rush
They fall in love in the most unfortunate of times
Prisoners they are, of their own, fickle device.

Hair the colour of sunshine
Mouth wide open in a loud smile
You remember your feet in white sandals
As she stood beside you, in a yellow sundress
The hot, dusty parking lot
Screamed for release
And after three months together
You cry as you whisper goodbye, hug yourself to sleep

No more than strangers in the crowd
Both too alike to be together
But at least you know

How it is to be in love with yourself.