sunday mourning

the ink flows like waves in front of me
the same waves that washed you away
the same waves that used to frame our sunsets

i try to write a message to you
but i wishfully hope that you've already read my heart

your footsteps have been washed away
but i could trace them again & again
all the way to where you stood that day

your skin has been taken back
but i hould describe it again & again
all the way to its tinyest fold

i hopefully stare at the ocean
for it to bring your ashes
in a new form


heaven's a word where she comes from
haven't a word where she's gone
and in a word, i am alone
into the dark where she's gone