Depression is a funny thing.

It comes in large crashing waves,

then settles into to a captivating,

slow rhythm.

One moment you are getting pulled out to sea, and the next you are floating.

All is quiet,

and you feel comfortable,

bathing in your numbness.

As the waves return to the sea,

the words give way to silence....

I see stars in your eyes,

all your bright, beautiful ideas

Your strings of thought are the constellations,

full of passion and wonder

I watch your face light up,

and you tell me about what you love

You are the sun and stars,

and I am the moon....

I look at you,

and you turn away

I speak,

and you pretend not to hear

I wish you would listen

I wish you would stop moving further away

I can barely see you now, and tears fall down my face like droplets of rain on a dirty window,

revealing all that is inside

If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm....

we sit, but do not speak

I hear your soft breathing

and watch as you read

you catch me staring and meet my eyes,

a shy smile springing up

from your beautiful garden of thoughts...

“Can you see it?”

you ask

up goes my gaze

my hands shielding my eyes from the violent rays

illuminating the sky

I don’t know what I’m looking for

“No. No I cannot.”...

cold

is our bed

covers and all

without you lying here

beside me

cold

are my hands

without your fingers intertwined

cold

is my heart

after being shattered

into a million tiny pieces

when hearing the words

“I’m sorry for your loss”...