The sky was clear blue that morning. The seagulls chirped so loud. All I had on my mind was you. You had left so soon, leaving an enormous hole in my heart.
Despite having nursed you back to life, you did not blink before packing and leaving. I had grown accustomed to your routine. So much so that I had fused mine into yours. Now that you are gone, I feel a great sense of loss. How do I separate myself from you? How do I tell myself that you will never return?
Without a destination address, I have nowhere to look, for you. I have no way to sooth my smothered feelings with the illusion of your return.
So I sit at the pier, remembering what was and will never be ever again. I try to appreciate the things we both loved. But all I get is a bitter taste in my mouth. Did your departure puncture my pancreas that all I taste is bitterness in my mouth?