last week i held you as if you were the lifeboat that had been thrown from my sinking ship. i thought you could make it all better.
this week i realise that i am actually the captain, navigating through choppy waters. i stand in the crows nest and look out at miles of grey sky reflected in an equally grey sea. the stars will show me where to go. the sea gods will stop me from sinking.
the sea wind blows my memories of you away. i rip the photos up into little pieces and let the wind take those too.
i fall out of love.