BROKEN

I found your keys down the back of the sofa

And I took this as a sign,

A sign that it was over

It was the positioning, they looked perfectly placed

And far from lost

Instantly I recognised, your resignation

I'd seen it before,

Taking one glass down for a solo drink, left in the sink,

Leaving as I enter a room

And it feels as though I'm breathing for two,

Because you walk around as if you're almost dead

And buried somewhere beneath

Your brown eyes

Are the reasons why, but they don't look into mine anymore

They look ahead at a sailing ship

Ebbing towards an unknown address

It's a burdened boat and from where I'm standing

Everything on it might just drown.