An unfortunate truth, this.
I try to protect my skin from all the salt.
I try to hyperventilate you closer.
I try not to think about
the maybes
that will turn me to an ocean.
Saltwater doesn’t remind me enough of home.
Silly me.
I miss birthday cakes.
I miss things I didn’t know I had.
But then
autumn falls
instead of my face,
I step on leaves
instead of your heart,
something sparks inside.
Wednesdays are a jack in the box.
It is just when you think
nothing’s going to happen
that it does.
I remember I am happy much more than
I am sad
and aren’t those the moments
we need to remember?