A body washed up
on the beach
while we were there.
It was like my own body
had been washed ashore
and I was watching
the whole scene
as if in a dream.
Long after
when I am in bed
I can still feel the waves of the ocean
rock me to and fro.
The aftermath of us feels the same.
You still haunt me.
And so does the mocking voice in my head:
You fool.
You fool.
You fool.
Sentimentality never gave me a damn thing.
It's not all over.
The world moves on
& takes me with it.
As much as the waves
bring death and destruction
they bring laughter and joy.
I know this
because I have seen the truth of it
on a young child's face.
They haven't learned to
hide the truth
like we have,
it shines from them like the sun.
No comments:
Post a Comment