One day, I felt a heaviness begin,
an inward tide
I no longer felt
in our supposed
So that evening I retired to the pillow, before the darkness came.
The sunset it started streaming,
the bedroom floors.
It struck them to a deeper shade of yellow,
just as I contemplated you.
And the sunlit dusty
they seemed to
twirl around like
All of this loveliness in one room;
yet I had been so blind
so it seemed.
I knew that somehow you had now grown to me
to be nothing no more than
And that somewhat even
the idea of
Those nights I had fallen asleep to blundering salted tears.
And loudly as they roared, everything in my world, it suddenly felt like the end.
But, a thought. That what if,
each morning that I woke, maybe
my world might just begin again.
And so there I lay deciding, this time for myself for once,
this is how I now will see things,