Our Sandy Shore
At a standstill, examining every grain of sand between my toes
The waves of the sea scrape the evening sunset borrowing paints of peach, lavender and gold
If only I could conjure ghosts I wouldn’t be standing all alone
Remembrance tattooed me with a phantom of your hand inside my own
I simultaneously clutch at nothingness as tears empty from my eyes
My lonely stare following the shoreline to where it blends into the sky..
Every evening I watch the sun hold its nose and dive beneath the whitecaps
Until the time that it gasps its first morning breath using the clouds as footholes to climb back
I wish your voice would ride in on the waves to the coast and tell me how you've grown
Pressing every seashell i can find to my ear but they seldom sound like home
I could probably stand here for an eternity revisiting distant images
When i close my eyes i see the same scarlett the Carolina sun kissed your skin with
Still reserving your seat where we would watch the ships set sail so calmly
The memories are intact but they're all tinted blue, drenched in melancholy
I still see the footprints of our adolescence patterned 'cross this beach
I see me ask that question from my knee, your reaction backlit by the sea
Two newborn tears reach the surface, hit my cheeks and start to run
To the fights we had, to all the words i should have let linger on my tongue
As per my daily routine, the last memory i have to recollect
Is our regular nightly commute down I-22, turned into that devastating wreck
The sharp droplets of glass that cascaded down my hair and face
Signals the beginning of the end of the horn blaring serenade
….You stepped out of the passenger seat with a only few scratches n scuffs
They peeled me off of blood soaked fabric, my door where the truck made impact had been crushed
They said the last second maneuver i made saved your life
I would do it again a million times, twice over...
Purgatory is our sandy shore…
I'm watching the forever changing tide come and go, depicting our highs and lows
Spectating the spectres of yesterday, as a monotonous slideshow
So my love, don't worry about me, as I'm pulled beneath these currents
You'll rest easier knowing the ocean grew hands to hold me when you couldn't..
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