you tore the part of you i love,
flung it into the sea
with me.
and never looked back.
he died.
waves of anguish and agony
and i lost my soul.
then a light found me.
i don't hate you.
forgiveness lightens the burden.
but like war or natural disaster,
the people involved
look back at that
and they see this
cold grey space with black fragmented remains.
and before they know it,
they drown in melancholy.
you come
into my world
every time things have settled down,
stirring up that mass of black remains and melancholy.
when i see you,
i feel that
and i don't want to go there.