Good evening, my old friend,

days have come, and they blend. They blend.

Now I feel as though “lost” is an emotion.

Forever sinking in the depths of the ocean.

Two years, since we last spoke.

How’re you? Upon these words, I choke.

Now I feel as though I have lost all motion.

Forever sinking in the depths of the ocean.

Tell you I’m well, again.

Let the lies loose, like wind. Like wind.

Now I feel as though you have missed the notion.

Forever sinking in the depths of the ocean.

Nothing new? What a joke.

You can be honest here. Revoke.

Now I feel as though I may’ve been outspoken.

Forever sinking in the depths of the ocean.

Hard to focus or win.

Repeating shallow smalltalk, like trends. Like trends.

Now I feel as though we should stop hoping.

Forever sinking in the depths of the ocean.

All done? I’m glad we spoke.

Let’s pretend we shared secrets, though.

Until next time, I’ll pray you’re floating.

Nevermore, sinking in the ocean.

-Lo