maybe the wind in your bones was the same wind rattling mine;

maybe the salt eroding your skin was also eroding my skin;

maybe our ghosts are haunting the same house (it's rotten above these floorboards);

and maybe that is what destroyed us.

i swam in your lakes but the current washed over and drowned me (it tastes like blood under here);

i've wanted to trod on you in dust with my new tennis shoes but you're still crawling on the shoreline looking towards the sun;

you have become a deep crater inside of me and it hurts like hell but the only thing that heals scars is salt water and burning fire (i tried to get rid of you but your grip is ice cold);

i think i'll continue to chase ships on the horizon until they are tiny figures in my palm (they only get smaller and smaller until they're gone).

*(a.m.c.)