the silent cry of a thing

that dies even before it comes to life.

the deepest loss of losing something

that could have been,

but never was.

canvas

stretched

framed

hanged

the canvas

lives on the wall

of an abandoned home

dripping paint

in lieu of tears

for once

a long time ago

it used to be a happy painting

a long time ago

not anymore

endless

i sit facing the sea

endless times

hoping at least once

it would open it doors

and take me in

i sit facing the sea

hoping it would show me

like a crystal ball

what is meant to be

i sit facing the sea

trying to see my reflection

trying to find out

anger chaos calm silence

what lies within me

i sit facing the sea

endless times

and when it's time to leave

i believe whatever is meant to be will be

i am at peace with whatever i am

i know i am the sea and the sea is me

i leave

only to return

and sit facing the sea

endless times

each time

made of endless suspended moments