Your eyes were still

drowning

in your completely average face

with your pedestrian, modified, hair,

and only a paragraph this ugly could describe you.

Fleet of heart, passion and loyalty,

void of meaning,

and as rudderless as a lifeboat in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean,

you are.

These painful, broken, cumbersome sentences

strung together like memories from all your nights before,

could not accumulate any meaning  or shared worth,

just like your life.

The last goodbye was as real as the two of us,

because it never happened.

Sometimes the universe winks at me.