Love doesn’t know its own depth until the hour of separation.
It feels as if I am on that distant ship
the fog
separating us
My heart heavy
as you fade
with the vessel’s
resolute
carving
of the waters
I feel the cold railing
under my hands
My body pressed
against it
to keep my knees
from buckling
under the weight
of my solace
The cold moisture
of the fog
conceals the tears
silently
rolling
down
my
face.
โฅ๏ธ Him.
