day at the beach

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bittersweet haunting memories
flood my idle brain
i can almost feel the gentle waves
against my skin again;
the day i almost drowned
salt water was up my nose
the air above me was warm
the ocean a pleasant cold

he'd take me to the grocery store
and buy me pretty things
he'd drive back in the pouring rain
together we'd laugh and sing;
back then he loved me with his all
and me with all of mine
i used to be afraid to lose
now all i do is rhyme

i looked back at my sand castle
beside the heap of clothes
as i swam and swam further away
from the forgiving shore;
i felt so proud, felt so strong
as i struggled and fought for breath
i tried to rest my feet on the ground
the ground that was no longer there

i was convinced that heroes did exist
and that my father was mine
stolen star fruits and cobwebs in trees
we were the adventurous kind;
he took me to the beach one day
picnic blanket and all
and we built a sand castle together
one that would not fall.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 21, 2019 ⏰

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