Over!

I don't love you anymore, but when I gaze upon

them I step back in time, into the vortex that

has long since passed.

I tear up, I feel your breath slowly absorbing

into my wet cheek, waves flow down onto the floor

my heart a wet mop, fluttering with August's passions

of a time far gone, ruined, scarred, cut, bled,

cauterized, I close the cover on the box and now

I can sleep!