Wipe the spots off.
No remains.
Traces washed ashore.
Marks flushed away.
Not a sign.
No nothing.

Don’t let it last.
Just one’s business.
Nothing more.
It happens.
Everyday.
Hearts are broken each single day.

Even if one feel mostly dead,
it doesn’t help much,
because one will always be half alive.
Our own lives,
we do it our own way
by putting it in the hands of others.