there is an ache that comes from within
its pain rooted deep in the tentacles of
entangled sorrow

It belongs to yesterday, today, and tomorrow

and with each shard of bitter reality
comes the thoughts of what used to be

longing for another chance

yearning for the first dance

all is smoke from the fire of destruction

as the last ash falls upon my dampened lashes 
the wall is broken and the flood flows heavy

with unleashed tears

filled with all the hopes and dreams

now washed away with nothing left but

a vast sea of memories in the time of

poetry of you and me

nothing is what it use to be

I am alone in love with you

as you drift further away on your sailing ship

over the edge of the world

into eternity