My breath fogs the window panes, trying to for see my future
perhaps something in the air will give way to change?
Fierce winds eviscerate me; the cold shores bleeding me dry of warmth.
My hope is dying like marriage, being pulled away like the tides of this ocean’s forefront but I step outside anyway.
What are we to do when we are like two sides of gravity being pulled either in or out?
Neither side gives; instead we drift, farther into the blistering morning witnessing the death of another love.