the sky is clear and now it's clear that all that's left are pieces of my broken heart a memory a piece of fiction that was so well written trying to make some sense of a world without... these waters are so calm I'm not too sure, I've never been too sure I don't know if I'll ever be sure, if I'll ever be sure because oceans are endless and she was further than oceans away so I remain without, and I turn within because no matter what I do I'll never have her again but it was never about what I did and didn't have but I can't help but think what could have been or what I'd do or say if I ever saw her again but it was never about what I did and didn't say