Waiting on shore

You have nothing.

You have a pile of secrets and lies,

and you are calling it love.

In the meantime,

you are letting your whole life pass by,

while,

they celebrate anniversaries

and grow old together.

You are frozen in time.

Holding your breath,

You are a statue,

waiting for something,

which is never going to happen.

You are living,

stolen moments in

hotel hallways and coat closets.

You keep telling yourself,

they all add up to something real

Because,

in your mind they have to,

but they don't.

They won't.

They never will.

Stolen moments are not a life.

So you have nothing.

You have no one.

End it now.

"Waiting on shore" in Rosses Point, Ireland