Washed Ashore

Where do we go from here 

when it is clear 

that you've willfully plateaued 

and I am intending 

on nothing but growth? 

Why keep pretending 

we're whole 

when we are shattered 

beyond mending 

broken beyond bending 

and battered? 

Can grains of sand 

become glass again? 

Does it even matter?

Waves of separation divide 

the heart and mind 

to disconnect 

what's left 

of our soul ties 

it still hurts 

but we're past the worst 

most painful part and time

Neither of us should be surprised 

by the condition we're in 

or the position 

we've put ourselves in 

as two passing ships 

in the dark 

we are the literal definition 

of drifting apart 

Otherwise we would hold on 

for dear life 

but what do we have to extend 

when we've both been 

sitting on our hands? 

Long gone but stayed 

around only to fade 

into the background 

jaded with regrets 

So give me credit 

commend me 

for ending it 

because it was not a decision 

I easily made 

but it was needed 

and you never would have did it 

I mean 

what was the alternative?

To live this 

numb coexistence 

consumed by routine 

in hopes 

that going through the motions 

will make it become 

what it used to be?

Was it a misconception of love 

or foolish pride 

that made us blind? 

As we stand over a shallow 

pool of our own demise 

Do we even recognize 

our reflections?