What She Used to Be

I’m in the middle of the Sahara

Alone

And she is the unexpected sandstorm

With no water left in my canister,

I’m left to fend for my myself

 

Piercing crystal blue eyes

Blue eyes like the clear ocean water;

But with riptides that pulls me out

Leaving me to drown in;

Inadequacy

Insecurities

With no help in sight

 

Yet the one place of happiness with her;

Was the beach

Containing my fears of

Oceans and sandstorms

A clear memory

As it was so windy,

Sand was blown in our faces

And we laughed at the inconvenience

 

That was one of the few times

I felt warmth radiating

Not only from the sun;

But from a woman before

The emotional turmoil destroyed

Any warmth within her

 

A cold and selfish woman

Leaves with the unattainable notion

Where I’m left with blisters

In the hopes

Of fitting into old shoes

she’s left behind