the salt
of the ocean
is the only memory
i still have
not the waves
nor the shore
just the salt
as it crusted
upon the rocks
all the important
memories
have gone
to still frames
of black and white
while i lose myself
in the gray
falling farther
from the colors
losing vibrancy
in the struggle
to maintain
some slight
recognition

she was the ocean i was the rock she struck me repeatedly yet all i could manage was a faint smile and as the pauses between strikes grew longer i forgot what the fighting was all about as she became another memory of loss