The Recovery of Love

The abandonment of what was

Is done gradually

At first, unnaturally

I must rid myself of you

But a lover’s residue

Does not fade easily

Or painlessly

Or completely

What remains is a source of great pain

And even in the most of mundane moments

I am still made a fool

By involuntary tears

Or something more severe

I cannot drown it with even a dozen beers

Such sickness subsides

When all that survives

Is the legacy of a love once great

But in the quake

And amongst this massive ache

I know for sure

I must summon my strength

Rise from the rubble

And vow to build again

To let this end

Because nothing is more necessary than

The recovery of love

Since the alternative to abandonment

Is a life stuck in what was

And in a world that is no longer real

Quicksand

I can only stand so much
And for so long
My legs are only so strong
And so is my heart
To reach across miles and months of darkness
To stay afloat in this endless sea of maybe
Is more than just exhausting
It is pointless
Spare me your politeness
Just let me sink
If I am consumed with this sand and gloom
At least I am free
Let me down easy
Don't make me drown
In this endless sea of maybe and misery