EXHALE

There was you.

The coast is clear
and the sky is tinted
with orange hues,
but I still feel
the remnants of the storm
inside me.

I am alone.

The tide threatening to rise,
dark waters violently lapping
against the fray of my mind.
I hold my breath,
the weight of living
crushing my resolve.

The warmth of the sun
a gentle caress of fantasy,
the inner storm my reality.

I exhale,
like it is my last breath,
but it is yours.
A vessel in the distant sea,
will it save me?

A ship made of memories,
glimpses of our past
holding the planks together.
I walk along the deck,
every creak in the wood
resonating with the echoes
of your laugh.

I have forgotten
the gentle brush
of your skin.
Dancing with your ghost
the song a symphony
of our past.

I watch you,
watching the scintillation
of the stars,
the moonlight
reflecting in your eyes.

Nothing was ever
so beautiful as 
the way you
lived.
Yet nothing,
was as it seemed.

Quiet was the pain,
endured in the
cacophony of
silence.
I don't know you
anymore.

I hold my arms
out to embrace
the sky.
I'm trying to reach you,
can you feel me?

Your last exhale is
the wind caught in my sail.
The sky
a burning blaze
of your torment.

I made it to the end
when you didn't,
and I blame the waters
for drowning you
instead of me.

In the orange hue
you fade
into the part
of my mind,
where you would
live,
forever.