It was an innocent kiss
A simple, sweet, silver tease,
And a clever little message
Or sometimes just “Hershey’s.”

She’s a broken heart
She’s a wounded soul
She’s an abstract art
But she’s fallen.

She held my hand
And we sat down
On that soft sand.
I told and shared
With her my most
Deep secrets as
We walked the coast.
We laughed with one
Another as we
Played around and
Splashed in the sea.
Oh, how hard we
Laughed that one day,
My friend and I
In the sea’s spray.

There’s that long, long line,
And that panic of “I’m late!”
Except there’s still time.

Something about that
Noisy juice box when you get
To the end of it…

Where’s the ocean’s heart?
Is it in the deep blue depths
Or the playful waves?

You know what I hate?
The dreams in which you’re falling,
Panicking… then black.