You left me in June
And my soul knew that it was the beginning
Of our unraveling
The crumbling of the sand
Reality gently guided me to the next room
As I tossed
And beat myself
And You
In confusion
Reality showed me the sweater I was knitting
Was just a pile of strings
The castle I was building
Was washing away by the tide
You were never fully there
So I closed your door
