Return to Sender - Capstan

I’ve spent this time in the company of all my vices at the mercy of a mind

running tired and endless

When I close my eyes and fall asleep every night these past few weeks I find

myself with you again.

Still sharing breaths still holding hands but I wake

fast and gasp for air if what’s not real is all still there

Never had an honest answer.

Face the brutal truth.

Found no trace of hope in a

wasted you.

You’re a wilting flower with dying roots.

Burnt out the candle that

went like our faded youth

Her life is comfortable and grounded by aesthetics

Shallow as they come in your own shadow of death.

Treading light enough just to

save some breath

Caught in the undertow of your waves I sense the tides are rising slow like

your entitlement

Your heart has changed and dragged me out.

What happened to the love we found

or what I defined because I believed the words you wrote and spoke to me

Never had an honest answer.

Face the brutal truth.

Found no trace of hope in a

wasted you.

You’re a wilting flower with dying roots.

Burnt out the candle that

went like our faded youth

A white picket fence, yet a lack of substance.

Your empty hands placed hope in

circumstance