my grievance.

all i can think about is your absence
and how you aren't here with me now.
the only thing left for me to do
is to grieve
the drenched, salty manifestation of our love,
with just the chaos
and a feeling of hurting
and reeling.
there's too little time
to think of nothing,
as we stumble around our dreams
in the midst of the night.
piling anguishes upon confusions.
as all alone,
i am the last to comprehend
the most culpable of my instructions.