Burnt brown sugar, sweet grass carefully caramelized.
Be blessed with few seconds of solace, the fragrance of better times.

Mother moon, always mentioned within the many stanzas to each other
is at this moment in time
a sliver of an eggshell, hanging perilously against the night sky.

A few months prior, we expressed with equal desire
to share the feelings in between words we

wrote so
faithfully, to one another in areas we grieve & aspire.



A time where,
I wasn't so in love with another.



Please pardon my newly birthed, lusterless attempts
to stay close to you.

You are still so special, so needed to me
Each sentence of your literature, brings my heart up to speed.

And darling, you are aware of my love for the ocean,
do you see how much you mean to me?

I beg of you to understand, comprehend & perhaps accept
that without your presence, acceptance & guidance

I am lost at sea
*is this my penance?