Sombre Reflections

I sit next to the water

upon a broken stone.

At times I wonder if the water

ever tends to feel alone.

Most of the time I ponder

if the water truly knew

What passions lay within us

when we choose to begin anew.

My reflections grow sombre

like the blue of the waves.

I've grown tired of the chaos,

of the trials and mistakes.

And yet I sit atop the rock,

my toes curling in its moss

as I delve into the idea

of my great loss.

Here, next to the ocean, where its heart brightly beats and swings,

My chest rises with the air

and its components solemnly sing.

Why is the water so close and yet so far away?

Why did I stay here?

Why did I choose to give my love away?

What did I fear?