Oh good heavens my dear..
I’m not crying for you
Or me
I’m crying for the memory of what never was
The memory stripped away from my core that reduced me to futile space to help brighten your light
You know nothing but what you are and strive to be
I don’t long for that which you never gave
The time which you never kept
Compassion which you never felt
It’s okay my darling
The tide is coming
And will wash away all the lonely footprints on the shore