With my

head no longer being held underwater by your ghost,

I

greedily fill my lungs with oxygen,

now that

I know what it feels like again to breathe.

Held

hostage for too long by love that refused to stay afloat.

Shipwrecked

heart of mine lay at the bottom of the sea,

barely

beating, broken by the change you brought about in me.

Buried,

like the treasure that we could’ve been,

I wash my

hands clean of this failed experiment.

Tsunamis

nor earthquakes could bring us ashore.

Lost to

time, forevermore.

Until we

resurface as a myth,

for no

one would believe a love like ours could exist.

I woke up

this morning and wrote your name in the sand.

I've done

that on every beach I've been on since I met you,

but I'm

never going to do it again.

I'm ready

to move on.

This

beach will be the last to know your name.

Written carefully

so each grain of sand would know our pain.

My memories

of you wash away with the rise and fall of the tide.

As waves

crash into us one last time,

I say

goodbye.