Perspective is such
a funny thing
She thought I ran
Never looking back
I thought she pushed
Needing me gone
Maybe
We were both wrong
And neither knew
Maybe
The earth just split
And ripped is apart
Maybe
Life just happened
And hurled us away
Maybe
It doesn’t matter
The results are the same
All I know
Is that here I stand
Cold and alone
At oceans edge
Looking for messages
In bottles that never come
Wounded Memories 
Did I already say yes to this? All of it.
Also, not at all.
We have never been together, or apart.
We will always be pieces of our parts twisted in places of each other.
Painful, wonderful, meaningless parts
Parts that mean everything and nothing and
what we have shared can never be given away.
How the sharp shards of life change us,
even the invisible particles of an ethereal touch.
Don’t look for the bottles, send them.
No, I guess we’ve never been together. You are right. Different parts of different wholes.
Why do you hear that when I also said we’ve never been apart?
I don’t know. I’m sorry.