There are things which have been lost to the sea.
My heart, sunglasses and one single breath.
You are like the shoreline.
like me, sometimes.
I remember the first time we met, you looked deep into my eyes, as if searching for something. Trying to get lost.
For a moment, you were.
You were; a moment.
Change, is certain and necessary and I can’t remember when things ever stayed the same way for too long, so don’t fool yourself that I care; enough.
It is enough.
You’ve been gone; for (ever) now and it feels endless, like the view from where I’m sitting, watching the tide roll in, roll out.
Every lapping at the fringe, from a tongue of marine and murder, fools me into believing.
My heart is sleeping.
The places you want me to visit again have changed.
I will lose you there.