A day of triumph it is
When I walk away
And do not look back
…For a moment, at least.
It ceases appearing
To be a moment
Which I grip with my
Utmost strength and
Intertwine every hazy night
With my eager fingertips but
Alas, it falls away,
Always slipping out of my hold.
A piece of it I will forever cherish
As I softly smile and
My recollection breaks free
As if it were a slideshow;
In the background tender music plays.
Waves crash so far beyond me
I can only wonder how, why but
Instead I let the salt burn and
Am welcome home with a cheers,
Those eternal clinking glasses,
Broken bottles, deep sleep
Beginning at dawn when the music
Stops playing;
All to repeat as the fireflies glow and
Mosquitoes they sting and the itching’s so great
And maybe, a lover to
Drag up the stairs and
Unmake the bed with but
Alas, it falls away.