Not Any More

Not any more.

Even the sky stands apart, aloof, not looking down upon us with any great favour. But we do not expect the world to be anything but indifferent, not these days. There was a time when we believed that this was all spread out and around for us.

Not any more.

There was a time when we thought the stars would speak to us, tell us of what tomorrows they would bring. But now we now about the indifference of distance, so we know they cannot know of anything except the emptiness of space.

Not any more.

There was a time when we thought he had hands to shape us, and we thought he left a little piece of himself in every form, not any more. Indifferent at best, if existing at all, we no longer need such a father.

Not any more.

We thought that we would be hand in hand for always along these endless beaches, listening to the sea whispers with our every step. But not any more, you are gone and I am here alone on the beach waiting for the tide to turn and wash away all our shared footsteps. I will not walk this way with you ever again.

Not any more.