It keeps me going.

It keeps me going,

knowing that at any point in time,

I could show up in your life again,

and you’d have me.

I know you would.

Even though I left,

even though everything has gone

to fucking hell,

you would have me again.

I know not a day has passed

that you haven’t thought about me.

I know that you see the color of my eyes when you look at the sky.

I know that a sadness as deep as the ocean has taken my place inside of you.

And I know that if I were to return,

you would no longer walk the

murky depths of the sea.

You would taste sunshine,

just as I would taste the ocean on your skin.