03-30-2019, 01:51 AM
Adrift
Bittersweet nothings still ripple
against your silent shore
daily, only to grow
to sullen thunderous waves.
A crooked heart in sand,
drawn with one toe,
gone in yesterday's tide-
old footprints, lonely or not,
washed away always.
Children's laughter litters
that same beach
where I first saw you,
so sullen thunderous waves
withdraw into the calm ocean.
Lost along with them,
my last goodbye
drowns inside an empty wine bottle.
Bittersweet nothings still ripple
against your silent shore
daily, only to grow
to sullen thunderous waves.
A crooked heart in sand,
drawn with one toe,
gone in yesterday's tide-
old footprints, lonely or not,
washed away always.
Children's laughter litters
that same beach
where I first saw you,
so sullen thunderous waves
withdraw into the calm ocean.
Lost along with them,
my last goodbye
drowns inside an empty wine bottle.
Time is the best editor.