Sobbing myself sick
Wanting for nothing in the wake of losing something.
Wanting for that which no longer exists
Is a taxing experience
Drives you listless.
Drives you distances
And on the way back you don’t what you’ve accomplished.
In all kinds of things
None of them will ease the pangs.
The waves will dissipate
And I’ll learn to breathe again
Without the risk of water flooding in
I’ll stop drowning.
I’ll just swim.