I am a bottle, abandoned on a patio-railing
And forgotten after a long night of reverie.
I am now and gradually filled up
With the warm autumn rain that steady-falls
Into my fathomless depths.
I fear I may drown in this place.
Is it despondence that makes rain desperately
Plummet with abandon into the forlorn sea?
Or is it simply fated to fall headlong
Into the ocean of our tired laughter?
I cannot remember what clear skies look like anymore;
The sun is but a distant, fading glimmer
Snuffed out by your stagnant indifference.
I daren’t venture out into
Those once-familiar waters
Upon which teardrops tumble,
Ceaseless and seeking something
Else - something I can no longer offer.
Oh, wash away my memory of elder-storms;
I wish only to recollect the days where sunshine
Overpowered my mistakes.
And so, as I begin to overflow
With an outpouring of emotion that has
No other place to go,
The love that we once found
Is now spilled upon the ground
And trampled on by foreign feet
Which serve as blinding beams -
Restless promises of brave new worlds -
That pierced our storm-cloud love
With the light of other lovers.
You were pulled out to sea;
Your love was pulled away from me.
I am broken; I am shattered and discarded.
But when the gales settle and the skies -
Like sapphires - shine once more,
I will be sea glass,
By the endless grinding of the same waves
That first eroded our romance.
And your heart of stone
Will be nothing more than sand -
Nondescript and featureless -
Not meaning anything at all