I’m certain
you’ll find your way back
into my memories again
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I’m certain
you’ll find your way back
into my memories again
You grasp life with an iron fist
Wrestling it to the ground day by day
In battles among falling petals
Under night skies…
“Keep writing poems, friend.”
I tell the woman facing me.
“You still have more to say…
or the ones I pass along to you
that may not speak to you
but only to me
in a way I can never explain
What rots me from the inside out
is an ocean tide on the shoreline of my love
with harsh waves that sting with brine
and undercurrents hidden below
that have drowned so many
As many times before
the dread that plagues this gray
has receded again
and the night descends over me with calm
July 22, 2026
Why am I shown this
He’s panicking, mouth open
But sound doesn’t exist in this place
I pulled them down and stuffed my cheeks
I chewed them carefully
I filled my stomach, lungs, heart…
Dead ends still float along beside me
Vague, they crawl up my back
To rest on my shoulder…
They feast upon the last of the fears and swallow them whole into the sun beyond the horizon where they hide in the burning belly until it warms my face in the morning…
Now the ocean on my back feels calm to the touch
Smoother sailing for them all
But everything still flows down here
Where I shiver beneath them….