I gave us every stolen grace
to catch the wind in this place
I built a plan on paper so real
and wished you knew how I feel

The waters rose as the tide drew near
I felt my heart's life surge in this fear
A gentle mist became a torrent of rain
when you let me feel your flood of pain

Upon the world I stared where I stayed
lost without you and so dismayed
Each new path is overgrown in yesterday
and littered with the garbage I didn't say

Time is the enemy of procrastination
when trapped in the shock of a numb sensation
Aging in place; while running far
and nothing removes a stubborn scar