Adrift

The harbor lights have all gone dim. I'm learning how to breathe without him. The water moves the way grief moves, In slow and patient afternoon. I kept his silence like a stone, A beautiful and heavy thing I called my own. And somewhere in the undertow, I lost the map of how to go. There is a current pulling deep, Through all the promises we couldn't keep. And I am floating now between, The life I had and what it means. I drift Through you. Still yours. Away. Not gone. Just lost In the beautiful Breaking Of loving you. Oh. Mm. I Found your number in an old coat. Three digits in and then I stopped and wrote A letter to the version of us then, Before the tide came in and out again. The evening wraps around me like a veil, And everything is beautiful and pale. I am the season after something ends, The quiet after breaking never mends. Maybe drifting is just another word for love that Has no harbor left to anchor to. Maybe I was always meant to float in the Endless open ocean that is You. That is you. I drift Through years. Still warm. Not lost. Not found. Just yours. In the tenderness of All we were. Forever. Mm. Not the end, not the shore. Just the drifting evermore. Not the silence, not the war. Just the loving, nothing more, Nothing more. Ooh. Ooh. Nothing more. I Drift Through everything. Still loving. Still here. Still you. Still drifting through The beautiful Forever. Forever. Forever. Forever. Forever. I drift. Still warm. Still loving. Still here. Still drifting through the beautiful forever. Forever.