Atleast we were honest

At least we were honest,

when I left,

She stayed,

and we drowned.

She kissed me with that promise.

My letters had empty comas,

she knew,

I didn’t want to fill them,

so she sent them too.

We were playing a lost game.

We were shoot,

like sockets,

left to dry up,

like silicone.

It’s not a concern of ours.

Home is now this,

open desert,

she can,

stare blankly at the sea.

We watch rockets from different windows.

At least we were honest,

when I left,

She stayed,

and we drowned.