After 21 days of rain, the skies cleared and I walked the shore.
The Aftermath of the sea’s battle with the world’s grief for you
was littered everywhere.
Driftwood launched onto broken roads,
Caution signs.
A foamy sea that could swallow me whole.
And waves.
Waves as big as mountains crashing and spraying
me as I stared unmoved into them.
The weight of the waves landing on my soul and never leaving.
The weight of you.
I grab the sand as if
I can put together the pieces of my broken heart back together again
building sand castle monuments for you.
But the sand slips through my fingers and it’s falling
falling
and I can’t put my heart back together again.