everything seems bogged down in rain and drowning and dream and that moment she walked away
the casual swipes she cast as she did
now the storms have come to dallas
i cannot tell if i am awake or dreaming
did i write about this or did it sing in my head as the slide show of our brief moment in the light played across the torn screen of my mind
why can i no longer tell the moment of passion when she clutched the back of my head to the dream where she stepped on the back of my head to hold me under the waves
can you read the poems i don’t put to page
the ones where it all spills forth yet still leaves your heavenly glow in tact
i imagine you don’t
i was never anything but a dying star while you were my entire universe
and unfortunately
i am not going to drown myself
so it is back to the shore to rest my face on the wet sand
waiting for you
to finish me off
Gorgeous actually. Something so tragic can be so beautiful
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that moment when you break the surface and cough up saltwater only for the tide to come again
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