Bad Wolf

As I gaze upon the ocean,

the tides turn black.

For your moving forward.

And I'm moving back.

 

The air around me

grows thinner from lack,

of peace of mind.

And the books you gave me pilled up in a stack,

against the wall waiting for someone,

to finish them.

 

For I still cannot bring my self to read them,

all the way to the back.