Letting the wind touch my soul
Standing on the edge of shore
Beginning to contemplate reasons
Will my children tell tales of my love and adventures?
Will those tales bring tears?
Stories and fables of wasted potential…
I’m broken half of someone handsome
I’m the wet shining sand that he sinks his toes in to
I’m the one he tosses aside from shore to shore
I’ll drift through oceans to cling to him like dust
He will carry bits of me to every end of earth
Even when he didn’t wish to
I must’ve been a fool
To kill myself to get back at him
Was it a life worth living?
Life worth forgetting?