perhaps in another lifetime
I would be wiping away salty ocean waters
from the crevices of my palms
rather than the saline of my lamentation
perhaps in another timeline
we would have met fourteen years ago
and built sandcastles on the beach together
laughing and eating sorbet between sporadic conversation
but perhaps we will meet again in our next lives
a time where my anger has dissolved into the sea
where we see everything and one another with clarity
through eyes absent of preconception
and if we do
I will wait for you then.
YOU ARE READING
liberation
Poetrycollection of poems and thoughts my heart and brain cut open , fragments of my soul spooled onto digital pages. With every word typed , I experience a taste of liberation
