The beginning of the depth of my love for her is to the bottom of the ocean and back
Scratching the surface delicately
in measurements unknown to the human mind
And on the other side of that bosom of monumental rapture
Is the beginning of the neverending
depth of my wound, unable to recover.

I am unable to stand back up
from this crouched over position
Unavailable to the bulk of the
mundane tasks each day affords me
I am without the wherewithal to
untangle myself from the memory of you
As I continue to mourn the us
rotting so beautifully up on this shelf.

Audibly trying to convince myself on the daily that you aren’t worthy of thought
Seasick on this seesaw, penduluming back and forth between a lovesick puppy heart and the desire to wipe you from existence
Courageously idiotic to my own continual demise
Crowded on the sidelines of life by my inability to purge you from my soul.