Small waves break upon my feet, a kiss from the shore
And even though we're roughly 1122 miles away from each other
Unable to speak consistently
You are still in everything that I see
From the small kiss of the shore to the soft breeze that messes my hair
You are in every laughter spilt from my mouth
and as I look at the stars one last time tonight I can point out the exact location of Mars
In some odd way you are in the light it shines
Ever protruding in the darkness
Ever present whether near or far
Our love lasting a thousand lifetimes
Although we are thousands of miles from each others warm embrace
I still feel you in my heart
and wherever your heart lies
or wherever some reminder of you is present
That is my home, my home is you

How could it mean nothing to you?
you ask me,
of the way our bodies moved together
surrounded in blue midnight and the sounds of revelry

How could I feel nothing
for your weight against me and your mouth on mine,
wrapped in the twilight bubble we made from gin and hours of dancing.

I feel nothing because
I still stand across the ocean I created
to distance myself from the hurt you flooded me with,
and I refuse to meet you in the middle of it all
to drown ourselves in the love we lost.

That night I felt drunk and expansive
and I missed the way you touched me
but the ocean still remains between us
and we now stand on different shores.

My eyes are my messengers,
For they speak my words.

They hide dark secrets in them too,
For they don’t trust anyone.

They are deeper than the sea,
They are the mirror of my soul.

My eyes are my messengers,
They are the doorway to my heart.

When my sadness creeps over,
They cry a river.

They help me count stars,
They help me fly oceans.

My eyes are the best part of me
Not because how they look but because how they see

Our memories are like shells
that form
constellations
in the
cold
cold
sand
The friction of such can cause
the same sound
of your
forgotten
giggle
Our oceans,
aligned with pink skies,
clouded our minds
as we
isolate
reality
You are one of the most
precious ornament
I've ever collected
within my
island
Only if high waters doesn't shove little things
Only if sails are stable in every swift
Only if mermaids are forever singing
Only if we learned how to keep

Hear the oceans
that cry
swathed in morose.
See the trees
that wilt
adorned with dying figures.
Feel the incoming downfall
that earth
is warning us.

It is time
to take
vital awareness.

Our home is decaying.

— Y.H.

earth's lament,
gentle fervor.