He said he missed it
The roar I made
Staring into the cavernous seaweed choked hole strewn with aftermath
Selene is rust and cracked hissing out red in the sky
She is cracked plates in the sink
***** gravel in my shoe
In the ever expanding potentially something space
potential never came to port

The gulls crying over the copper crusted seabed
Like kettles hissing from seawater all boiled off
The Dry reefs
Are Aching

I wished he would take my hand
Ease me back
To the shore
Look at me like my love is the most ordinary magic
Like it’s all that keeps us breathing
Like I am inviting him into my arms
He could be knee deep in me
I would hold him
She told me to never rely on a man
And look where she is now
Broken in the sky
aching

So I am my mothers “I told you so” layer cake
Cut me with a fork and enjoy the satisfaction of the bite
I am hidden away in the ***** of barely started story
He wavers as if I am a door and not the sea
The Child of Selene
not Gradual building
Not Tidal
Not Timely
Drinking in only as much as you step in
He says he can’t know
With his half finished polisci degree
If this
is
A thing
He missed it
The roar of my leaving
He is in limbo always
aching

I pour myself into a bath
Soaking
Doing what humans say
Will ease my
Aching