It’s not like the sea to leave you with me.

Summer will be yet another season in her absence.
No sun will shine on the love she has forgotten.
It has blown through me like wind through the trees.
Embers grow cold and ash too blows away.
It erases all evidences of me from memory.
She focuses her efforts on lies,
Lies of happiness, of unfathomable compatibility.
These lies I can’t combat.
I dwell alone in this house of truth forever.