There is an unpleasant feeling,
imagine being trapped under a thin layer of crystallized water
torn between the weight of unresolved knots and the uncertainty of being a lone buoy

Today as I swam about the thoughts of us,
there's no recollection of fulfillment,
void of the catalyst for happiness.

As I stood staring up, shadows dancing about I let out a silent sigh
Relieved, disgusted, ever thankful, that, that night, my foolish attempt of revisiting old trials has finally been told off. That night I missed you, there is this hollow feeling inside feeding off my sanity. I was ready to beat the odds. With you. But you were with her.

That's the true end of us.