There is nothing like the inevitability of us ending which haunts me at night when I am once again alone. In every pause, in daily goodbye and in every breath apart, I have feared the end before the end. I saw it on the day of your confession, on every rose and every kiss. I felt it like the incoming waves of the ocean  taunting to soak me, drag me, into the bottomless despair that I shall endure once I lose you. It is tempting to lie there, with just the sun’s pitiless gaze above and the ocean’s light touch  waiting, and just waiting, for the tempest’s rage to come and sweep me towards that inevitability I have feared of…

It comforts me that way   to know that it will end before it did. To know I will break before I did.

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