The Wreckage

THE WRECKAGE

The day he left is the 99th time he told me he would.

The thing about having your 1st love at the age of twenty-two
is the silliest story you can tell to the world to anyone

who has experience butterflies at the age of fifteen.
It is discovering a wild ocean with its waves tidal.

It is recognizing how all the tenses of the verb differs
from present, past, future tense, present, past, future tense

No, I never cried that day but I wept. The tears had dried but
it burnt the first layer of my skin that it lasted for a month

I sang myself to sleep each night, I wonder how life could be
different in so many ways and in so many levels eventually

What if I was born a little less dramatic and a little more natural?
Though I was born complete and enough but I am not content

and so is he. No, I won’t mourn but I will grieve in this tragedy.