And there i was,
finding myself,
looking back the way i do
Disappointed in myself
not even a thought by you
a second thought is not
so collected
one so sure
one so lost
the latter
from the expected
scattered in a memory
thoughts of us intersept
keeping track of silent weeps
a chain reaction
reluctantly kept
a life is no life
filled with uneven breaks
in places unseen
a silent heartache
mime like movement
from to day basis
a smile
merely substance
filling spaces
passion drained
detached ship
passing shore to shore
no intention to re-grip
