I follow 
the patterns 
and not 
the tide
the moon
or stars
I follow 
what has
been done 
with repetition
and know 
what is 
coming next 
such fools
are those 
who hide 
behind masks 

A reef
you were 
upon which 
I swam
too near
you left
your mark 
with cuts
and scars
ever so 
close to 
my heart 

What we had 
was long ago 
what we have 
is very little 
so this now
is either new
a fresh start 
or it’s old 
and finally over 

It’s when 
what one 
thought isn’t 
won’t be 
and never 
really was
that one 
hears the 
screeching of
the brakes 
and one 
waits for 
what one 
knows will 
come next 

I’d once thought 
that you were 
the one who 
got away but 
it has finally 
hit me that 
I’m the one 
who really did