your breath was once a rush of an ocean upon my skin. your words, althoguh miles away from where i stand, once called out to me in a beautiful serenade, only made to be heard by the two of us.

what was once a beautiful companionship now lays tattered, ruined like the meaning of the words you once told me at every turn of a page, every rounding of a corner.

those words mean nothing to me now. i have become immne to the effect of them, something that was once such a big deal for me now as insignificant as the ant that scurries across my shoe.

our worlds crashed so perfectly together, but came apart so suddenly that i had no time to rebuild mine before you up and left. so now im stuck here, dazed, attemptign to pick up the pieces of the world that has yet again crashed around me. one would think that this naive little girl who thinks the next one is different would realize that a broom would be easier than trying to superglue each fragment of a dream, a wish, a goal.

yet, she lets it happen time after time, again and again.

unfortunately, all that will be left soon is dust.