Sea of Sirens

She lived in solitude

Alone in a house meant for another

Down a long private driveway

A charming garden around the corner

Where the frigid river steadily flowed

Like the sentiment in her heart

She held onto so firmly

Love letters covered her bedroom 

Ones she meant to send, stacked in piles high

Most she never quite finished

For, the love story she made inside her head

Had only a subtle beginning

No true ending 

A story she hoped to someday finish

Where two souls would flourish into one

But who really has it in them to let go

To let go of something so pure and so real

Feelings don't always change

It's the people they're meant for that do

Quite honestly maybe it's better that way

To hold onto the feeling

Not the person

Because when that person changes

The feeling will get buried in an unforgivable pain

Memories so deep they can become a heavy burden

She relived the feelings she had in those moments

The moments she spent realizing not all things come

By searching and fighting for a better companion

But that the deepest of feelings lie in the moments you expect it the least

With the people you find yourself thinking about day in and out, yearning to speak with

With the person you call first

The one you find comfort in

I think she knew she would never find him again

It didn’t matter how many letters she attempted to write

She could never bring herself to search

To send for him would be to send for a dead man

For, he was long gone in a sea of sirens

She knew not of why he vanished

She would hope it was meant to be

Together, hidden from all abnormities