The waves crash down
With visible thrusts of movement-
An untouched power in the
MIDSTS OF DECEMBER.
I see them and question what they mean-
And the foamy shores mutter back 'nothing'

The wilted flowers whisper
In the frosted winter air
petals curved and red
Like my nails against your thighs.
I question what they said
But they look away absently.

Though I don't understand these moments
The message these things portray
I still sit on the docks
and watch the water sway.
I still lie in the fields
Letting pollen engrave the time into my spine.



Do you remember my smile, you said it lit up the room.
Or maybe you remember the blush on my cheeks.
The giggle in my throat
Or the way my eyes devoured you.

Maybe you don't.

But I remember your smile, how it lit up my world.
And the flush on your cheeks when I said I love you.
The laugh in your soul, the way your eyes never caught mine.
I remember your fingertips against my own.
And your hair, thick and soft, as if branching to hide your thoughts.

I don't read into these memories, I question them.
I wont get an answer, but I embrace their presence.
Might as well.
Might as well...