je suis un bébé requin,
and this is a photo journal of a previous life.
mercredi 2 novembre 2016
Drained, Denied. Confused.
Our time together was ephemeral
Fleeting, short lived.
We didn't live all the memories together I would have hoped for,
and only now do I realise - our time is over.

I breathe out my last sigh,
look over at the entangled sheets.

As a tear falls lightly onto the paper I realise I am drained.

You don't know the pain you've put me through,
you couldn't know.
You never asked,
I shouldn't have told.

I realise now I was chasing the wrong things.
My tears dry up.
Now only salty deposits encrusted on my face.

I sip my glass of water,