My lips lock with air as the night closes in, as the waves wash away the life I've forsaken. Your face hovers before me, out of place in the darkness, a mirage of my imagination trying to stave off the loneliness. If only I weren't without you- Perhaps if I had you in my arms, perhaps then my wounds would sew themselves on both my insides and my heart. But I know that you're not with me, and I know you won't be back, which is why I look away and cry, with my arms on me enwrapped. |