I've been searching the remnants
of what could have been.
The remains of what was.
Even the residue of what is.
Joke was always on me, I suppose.
I watched you go,
waiting for the moment
to strike us like a summer rain.
Soft and slow and then all at
once crashing down all around us.
All around everything.
Your goodbye was a one hit wonder;
over as soon as it began.
Mine was a symphony of
fear and regret;
growing louder and louder.
Drowning everything out until
I thought it would take me under.
Then crashing
down
down
down.
Into nothing at all.