I sat on the hard wood above the
lapping waves below mean ashy cig in the corner of
my pink lipsthe dust off my youth falling
from the tip and into the worldeach breath slashing a whip against my bruised back
the memories of you float on
rotten debris in the waterdrowning every smile
every laugh and yellI flick the cigarette into the sea
watching your ashes dissipate in the waterand only time will tell
if they will wash back ashorebut in the meantime
my love notes shall be written in messages in a bottlefor future generations to coo over
gathering that we were children in lovethey won't know the screams
they won't know the tears and angerthey believe whatever fantasy their mind creates
but as long as they can be at peace
I shall keep the truth under lock and key