Don't wait for me
On the beach's emptiest spots
When the sun forces itself out of its bed
To break an empty pool of ink.
The rocky innards of our secret shore
Will drive the braver ones
Away from my burial ground.
I won't be there to comfort you
When the water is waist deep
And you can't get off your knees.
I'll be a phantom of sea foam
A bloodless face against moonlight waters.
The tides won't tell you when I'll come back
Or if my hands will feel land again.
Maybe I'll float into the trenches of the sea
Deep beneath the creatures
Known and unknown
To the surface level
And dig my fingers into sand
No one else will get to touch.
The only ground there is
Left for me to touch.
Don't look for me
Under hermit crabs
And between the twisted roots of palm trees.
My heart is buried underneath
That spot where I knew you
But my body hasn't known dry land
For some time now.
It's miles away
Decades below,
Clasped within the scratchy fingers
Of bleach white coral.
Please don't come and find me
I'm already gone
Under the black,
Black skyline.
Salt water breaks me down,
Muscle to bone
To sand
Until I'm just another teardrop
Added to the darkness.
