I am left foaming thoughts -
a ship without a Captain, at the mercy of
like an unreliable compass
lead me into unknown seas.
Lost says that defeated voice in my head;
lost echoes the ominous voice that I dread.
Broken waves of dreams, dancing fancies
that I dreamt, like mist to the sun’s light,
Pale paling, fading vapor into frosty silence,
you and I split in the middle;
our dense, muting laughter no longer
covering the reality, you and I torn apart
One minus Two