Cheers

A surge of emptiness came over me, a queasy fretful feeling, I have been floating along in its waters, allowing them to thrash and bruise me for quite sometime.

Missing something that never existed is giving up. All that will ever remain in place of you is a frequent stabbing ache for what I wanted us to be.

My love’s waters, cubes in a cocktail, knocking against the glass of someone elses pleasure, fate of death being consumed, discarded or melted in neglect.