I can literally feel my world crumbling around me.

My palms are sweaty

My heart could possibly leap out my chest

I’m in survival mode

I’m trying to salvage what I can but I can’t the words, the words just keep flowing and I’m just trying not to lose him.

With every attempt it’s like a tsunami leaving a trail of distraction behind it.

Then just like that it stops.

There’s a last clap of thunder and

It’s done.

My attempts failed. My pleas can no longer be heard.

he’s gone.

Now the storms gone all I have is my heart left like a ship torn to pieces by the rough tide.

It’s calm.

There’s a sense of peace strangely.

It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would

It’s like being on a beach and listening to the gentle waves from a distance.

I could possibly float.

the calm after the storm.