I wanted to pour myself into you again
to be sipped, and savored, and understood
but there's too much sediment inside now
to become a cohesive solution

The liquid tide lapping at my shores
no longer responds to that distant moon
left to hover in languishing stillness
piercing, punishing, silent sea inside

I'm still waiting for that feeling to manifest
but this time it doesn't feel like fate
it feels like the frantic refusal of
a flame afraid of being snuffed out

It used to feel so easy to empty my heart
into the perfect, protective basin of your being
finding out the core of all that I am is
forever cut off from everyone, even you

7 thoughts on “Separate

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