When you say I won't ever be there.
To watch anymore sunsets, chase your fears, or even hold your hand;
It wasn't because I let your value diminish.
I simply could no longer sit there and watch you diminish mine.
Those times of care, love, and safety were beyond the heavens in the unforeseeable skies.
But what's it worth when it all seems to brittle up and die?

Would I be happy on an isolated island?
That's all I've ever wanted.
Nobody to deal with?
That's all I've ever wanted.
Maybe a guitar and some gin?
That's all I've ever wanted.

But what if I became lonely,
Desired old emotions,
And my strings began to break,
All while running out of gin?

That isn't what I want
*I guess I don't want that at all?

Missing you is simple.
The complexity lies in the reasons you won't return.

My brittle hands have been holding on way too long.
Repairing our tethered boat, which can't sustain the ocean depths.
We may not ever leave this state of being stranded.
We're better off parting; taking our chances at swimming to survival.
If we survive, it's because each one went their own way.
I'm sorry, this boat was all we had.
And I let it sink.

Your beautiful words use to serenade me into a deep and wondrous sleep.
But now it's gone and I can't even drift into the slightest dream.
*You left me to swap stories with the Boogeyman.

We write to understand, whether it be emotions, logic, or life.
We write because it's all we have.
When everyone seems gone, the mighty pen and paper never walk out of our lives.
*At least in my case.
Its all I have.