guess we both knew this would end in tears, that the wall will become my soulmate again and why shall it not be?
each of it's cracks mirror the wreck your shattered soul caused in my heart.
I spend twelve hours staring into black halls, hoping I would somehow see your blacker silhouette again and the other thirteen hours, spilling tears everywhere your footsteps appear, hoping to connect again and fearing from it at the same time.
the salty water turns red as your feet retreat.
(And yes, having you increased the life of my days but now that you're gone, their life is as useless as mine).