Camilleon

How to navigate past you?

Left with remnants of the hostile tempest

A void that claimed your seat

Gray, cold mist that mourns your leave

My eyes are still tearfully looking back

Reminiscent of what was

Beneath your refuge, wrapped by

prismatic, warm mid-equator sunsets

Propelled into this interlude

through abrupt, uncharted waters

naively, I whispered promises of hope

when melancholic clouds were here

«We’ll navigate past this»

My assuring words I made myself believe

I wanted to erase the fear in your gaze

for you to only witness sunshine and clear skies

The announcement that the worst is here

You did not deserve that pain and fear

arduous paddling through the tempest

Mine to bear, and your time to ease

Off I drift, inescapable, unquestionable

force that carries me past the wreckage

Slow, uncertain, but steady rowing

Past the unyielding frigid storms

In the thickness of this fog

my gaze sifts for a lingering gleam

Persistent, beacon set on a hill

My guide, my direction, my peace.