Christine

So here it goes again,
everything I'm not made me everything I am
pitfalls and failures
knowing that it was my fault that it didn't work out
Staying awake at night
reminiscing on a memory made an Autumn ago
maybe these fleeting memories are those which carry steely knives
or maybe they are just fleeting
long forgotten by one significant other
but being a branding scar on the others entire being
Lost thoughts are found in the mind of a man who is searching
A man who stands in a forest that has long been logged
Dying stumps a reminder of something great that once was

this season change seems to be a precursor
hopefully one day you will remember
Remember swimming to that sun-stained deck
on stomachs filled with Grape Soda and Peanut-Butter sandwiches
Struggling to stay afloat as waves thrown up by passing boats tried to bring us to a resting place
but we made it, and took it as a sign of what the future held in store
believing that our daily lives could be as picturesque as our surroundings in that moment
But sunshine only means a day of storms is soon to come

...
your body on mine
...
mine on yours
....

So know that you gave me the strength to move a mountain
but I was swallowed by the ground that once held firm instead
and that seems fitting to be honest
being Eight feet under to serve as a stepping stone
for those who will shortly become company

You want to know what death actually feels like?
It's living with no purpose.