“Mournin’ Glory”

The tides ebb and flow 

As dawn still lingers. 

Nightmares wash over my curled down toes - 


Guilt soaks these summer clothes

In quiet indigo,

As his death fills my mouth with brine. 

[Why did you fade when the 

Breath left your chest?

Your sweet warm air 

Lying dormant for years. 

And why did he sing and grasp

My hand - 

When he had no breath to spare?]

You run as if freedom exists

And the sun begins to break. 

At a distance, waves crash, 

And I walk towards the horizon.