clam

I write so I can see through the night
I sail to find oceans in my dreams
But all I can reveal
is the notion you’re not real
I wish I could tell your story
if only with a kiss it was sealed
it was never the touch of your skin
which caused commotion beyond end
it was never the motion that took me around the bend
it was your insincerity in broken promises
switching from true to pretend
from heaven we loved downward descent
to a place we are separate
perhaps you were meant for your end