The pieces of what once used to be a perfect picture peeled,
carried away by the gentle breeze we loved,
little by little, unraveling a lesser image, ugly even
I still see you and I, but on opposite ends of the frame,
separated by an ocean of nothingness
I can try to swim to you, but how do I swim through nothing
I can wait, and possibly the only thing I can do
or I can turn away and forever deny this ugly image
and hold on dearly to the pretty image that used to be
That is easy, and I know the sky will clear up soon
But forever is a daunting thought,
and a lifetime of denial is sad
I want to face you,
even if it’s just your back