I've carved your name into the rib-cage
that acts as a prison to my tainted heart
to remind myself, every single day,
of how anticlimactic
our last farewell was.
I've shattered the moon's reflection
in the sea of my soul a million times now,
hoping that the dark of a moonless night
would save me from this torment.
But every time the sun rises,
and every time twilight draws near,
I despair at my lack of power
to shape fate according to my will -
Because what purpose could there be
in the way that you left this world,
when all that remains
