Ocean, My Ocean

I'm still standing here,
the sea salt
so sharp in the air.
It reminds me of the
way you taste,
yet I'm here alone
with no one to blame;
nothing to gain.
I haven't moved on
but I've finally let
you go.
Let you go to
lands unexplored,
wines unsavored,
flesh untouched.
Let you go
to the seas you
felt so alive in,
practically rejuvinated.
It's quite alright that
you no longer love me.
No harm, no foul.
I wish you every happiness
life could possibly
offer you.
Please, don't worry about me...
My tears no longer
stream.
My breathing is finally even.
I stand at this cliffs
edge; edge to the
ocean as blue as
your eyes.
All I wish for me
is to be free from
this unsurity of
my decision,
the one to let you go so completely.
I wonder what it feels
like to fly...
Fly free and far.
Oh stop your worry!
I'm not broken,
so there's no need to fix me.
I'm not black and white,
so there's no need to ass
meaningless colour.
I'm stuck like glue
to this spot you left,
but there's no
adhesive remover you could
possibly use to help.
I lack every faith in you,
every word, every promise.
Do what you do
and I'll be here for the time being
with no garauntees
I'll be here when you're
not so floundering.
Just remember, it all just slipped away.