Letting the wind touch my soul

Standing on the edge of shore

Beginning to contemplate reasons

Will my children tell tales of my love and adventures?

Or

Will those tales bring tears?

Stories and fables of wasted potential…

My life

Spins uncontrollably

I’m broken half of someone handsome

I’m the wet shining sand that he sinks his toes in to

I’m the one he tosses aside from shore to shore

I’ll drift through oceans to cling to him like dust

He will carry bits of me to every end of earth

Even when he didn’t wish to

In reality

I must’ve been a fool

To kill myself to get back at him

Was it a life worth living?

Or a

Life worth forgetting?