I Express Myself Through Writing

On the cusp of waking
Sleep still swimming
Muddled between what is
and what is not
She lingered in his mind's eye

Trying to hold on to her
His eyes closed again
Her essence fading
Pushed away

Loneliness drifted in
Like the tidal surge
Washing clean the coast
The sea claiming back its secrets

Eyes opening in the vacant room
The sun's harsh rebuke
He reluctantly arose
Away from her and his aspiration

His heart an empty vessel
An abandoned house echoing the happiness of youth that once dwelled there, but had long since moved away

Stars no longer guided him
The moon no longer lit his path
The world had moved on
The house became a ruin

Crumbling into dust