washed out

you were my friend,

my rock,

always two peas in a pod

only until the storm rolled in.

it was calm at first,

but slowly it chipped away at my ship

and pushed you away from me

my ship soon sunk,

and i washed up from sea

on an island long away from you

but you didn’t notice, in fact

you chose to stay away from me

for you thought the storm was prettier

than any memory with you and me